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THE TOWSON NATIONAL BANK

SINCE 1886

Towson, Md.

Member Federal Reserve System
Member Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation

THE STAFF

Art Department Campus Chatter

Betty Lee Granger Betty Sietz

Bernice Feldman Barbara Whitehurst

Jeannette Sauter
Lucy Goldsmith

G.I.

_ Literary Department

Doris Gutmann

Esther Spaeth

Eileen Lynch

Professional Department
Mary Baumgartner
Betty Townshend

Women's Editor "Webby" Sansbury

Clubs Editor Bernice Knell

Circulation —

Joanne Miller, Charlotte Zenker,
Betty Johnson, Lois Thomas
Business —

Ruth Cronhart, Mary Caples
Copy —

Kay Koenig, Betty Hoffacker, Lois Thomas
Typists —

Peggy Crump, Barbara Whitehurst,
Dorothy Miller, Charlotte Zenker,

Betty Sietz
Men's Column —

Norman Schneider, Don Hammerman
Advisory Board —

Art Mrs. Brouwer

Finance Dr. Walther

Literary Dr. Crabtree, Mrs. Stapleton

Editor Evelyn Morris

Volume XVIII, No. 10

November, 1944

Letter to The Freshmen

DEAR FRESHMEN:

I was going to write this letter particularly for you, but
now that I think of it, it wouldn't be a bad idea for those of
us in the upper classes to "review and revise." I know how I
felt when I first entered S.T.C. and I would have been very
grateful if some one had taken a little time to point out the
liberties and the restrictions that were mine. Maybe you
won't need this information; maybe you don't want it, but for
those of you who would like to be "in" with the spirit and
OCTOBER

the activities of the College, I write this list of DO's and
DONT's.

DO —

1. Put spirit and energy into whatever you are doing —
whether it be work or play.

2. Cooperate — this means with fellow-students, faculty,
and administration (nearly everyone could be a help
to you if you'd let him).

3. Look at your problems squarely — face the issue, don't
avoid it or it will only pop up again in a more trying
situation.

4. Go out of your way to help someone else. This is one
of the best ways to pep up your own morale.

5. Express your opinions, if they are worthy of expression.

6. Keep an open mind at all times.

7. Develop a sense of humor — teaching can be fun for
both you and the classes you teach — IF you are will-
ing for it to be fun.

8. Be yourself ... If we want acting, we can wait until the
Dramatic Club gets into action. (Plug!).

9. Have a good time at S.T.C, but not at another's ex-
pense.

DON'T —

1. Forget the other fellow. He has rights and opinions also.

2. Gripe! Try smiling when you'd rather tell a certain
individual how you feel about him.

3. Abuse your freedoms. Others have worked hard to se-
cure these liberties and it is your part of the job to use
them in the right manner. Assume your share of the
responsibilities.

4. "Apple-polish" — it's a sure-fire way of getting on the
"outs" with your classmates and, anyhow, the professors
can spot you faster than you think.

5. Put yourself in a bad light just to get attention. You
wouldn't want your students to act that way.

6. Develop a "college" accent. Your friends and family
won't be impressed.

7. Take the other fellow's idea and assume the credit that
is due him.

8. Forget the Tower Light — IT'S YOUR PAPER!!

Azzever,

Edda Torr.

135585

Gamfut& GUcdten,

THE HOUSE LIGHTS DIM — THE FOOTLIGHTS
go up and the Voice of Education resounds once again
through the halls of S.T.C. Each year the "Lighting of the
Way" is more impressive and the Freshman Procession by
candlelight is lovelier. This year the entrance of almost
seventy new freshmen into our ranks made the ceremony un-
forgettable.

To each freshman we extend a hearty welcome. You are
now part of the tradition of S.T.C. — one of us. We sin-
cerely hope that you'll like us and want to stay.

ONE, TWO, THREE — yes, count them again if you
don't believe us. Three more men have invaded the
campus here at the College. Well, that gives us a batting
average of 4 now — that's more than Goucher and Vassarf
can say (meow). But seriously speaking, boys, not every day
is Sadie Hawkins Day at S.T.C, and it's nice to have you
around.

"USIC NOTE: MISS WEYFORTH HAS THAT
gleam in her eye — Bass Voices in the Glee Club!
(Now Morris can sing regular alto again.)

DR. DUNLAP HAS GAINED A CAPABLE AND
energetic assistant and we at S.T.C. have lost a friend
and inspiring teacher. Dr. Lynch has left the College to aid
Dr. Knight Dunlap in his studies in California. We all miss
her. We miss her guiding hand on the Tower Light, those
"lab" discussions we used to have, and her friendly counsel
that she was never too busy to give. We, at home for the
present, will wish Dr. Lynch success in her work and we'll
look to the future when she'll be back with us again.

ONIONS! UGH! BUT BELIEVE IT OR NOT IT WAS
fun! What am I talking about? Why, the Freshman
Party that the Dorm girls threw on Registration Eve (and
I mean threw.) The Dorm "gals" entertained royally, and
we danced, sang and had a swell time. Well, what if we did
munch onions for a pastime? (Kay Koenig's penalty for a
Mop Dance we danced.) It was strictly in fun and no one
minded too much.

POETIC NOTE:

Onions are a perfumed treat,
For all the ones that eats 'em.
But what about the suffering weak,
Who must be sweet and greet 'em.
(I mean the ones who eats 'em.)
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BY THE WAY, IF YOU SKIPPED ANY OF THE
Assemblies this summer, you missed some great en-
tertainment! (Of the varied type, too!) A breath-taking and
surprising entertainer, one of the noted psychologists from
Boston University, presented a fascinating program on mind-
reading and the magicians tricks of the trade. "But it just
ain't so," we shouted, and he agreed. It's all in understanding
the human emotions — not evoking the supernatural.

And we had a good movie, too — "The Maid of Salem," a
rip-snorting thriller with hero, heroine and villain. Fred Mac-
Murray and Claudette Colbert were the same old lovable
team, while we in the audience booed and cheered. Talk
about superstitious people — Whew!

But the most impressive and well enacted was the Fourth
of July ceremony, held on the steps of the Administration
Building, a time when we looked back on our fight for in-
dependence, and ahead on that which we're fighting to save
and perpetuate today. Then the whole College had a picnic
lunch in the Glen. Doesn't that sound good?

HOT DOGS! WATERMELON! ICED TEA! WATER-
melon! Potato chips! Pickles! Watermelon! Rolls!
Cookies! Watermelon! Watermelon! The Junior Class will
never forget watermelons after their luscious class picnic in
the Glen. It sounds as if they just might have had some
watermelon. If at any future day this fruit shows up in
the College, BEWARE!

HERE AT SCHOOL WE ALWAYS HAVE NEW
faces and fresh ideas among the students, and now
among our faculty there is an addition: Mr. Kaiser. The
students are glad to welcome him to the halls of S.T.C. and
hope he'll like us as much as we do him. The science depart-
ment continues to carry on.

YOU DO KNOW ABOUT THE GREAT SCHOOL
Spirit aroused this summer over the discontinuation of
Summer School Sessions, don't you? Originally the charter
specified that three extra terms would be held at this College,
the time which terminated at the end of this last summer.
Members of all classes held a rush meeting, drew up a peti-
tion for two more summers, signed and pledged themselves,
and presented it to Dr. Wiedefeld. Our President has prom-
ised to work for our cause. Now we must watch and wait for
administrative and state action. {Continued on page 8)

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G.I.

CLUBS

WE WERE VERY PROUD TO HEAR THAT MA-
jor Joshua Wheeler has received the Bronze Star
Medal. Josh, a member of the Class of '35, was awarded the
medal at an Eighth Air Force Bomber Station in England.
The citation accompanying the decoration read: "For meri-
torious achievement in connection with military operations
against an enemy of the United States." Good work, Major
Wheeler!

Lieutenant (s.g.) Rebecca C. Tansil, U.S.N.R., attended
the September graduation at the College and was back for
another visit in October. The Glee Club got lots of new Navy
songs (all with a Southern accent). If we could all look as
dashing as she, our registrar would have an easier job re-
cruiting WAVES than she had recruiting students for S.T.C.

We were pleased and surprised to be visited by Lieutenant
Crook. Our former science instructor is now stationed in
Washington, D. C. That glitter about him was caused by a
brand new silver bars. It was good to see Lieutenant Crook

"at home" in the science corridors — ■ wasn't it?

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Lieutenant Ken Martin of the Class of '43 was among re-
cent visitors at S.T.C. His remark was: "Things at College
are much the same despite the lack of males." Our remark
is: "That is an entirely masculine point of view." Ken is sta-
tioned at Truax Field, Madison, Wisconsin, doing work on
radio and related matters.

We were also glad to welcome Lieutenant A. H. Baer,
Class of '34, who is now at Base Classification, Langley Field,
Virginia.

Private Stan Mullineaux, who served for many years as
State Officer, is now located in the Deshon General Hospital,
Butler, Pennsylvania. We were pleased to have him as a
visitor recendy.

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(What is there about our returning G.I.'s that is so fasci-
nating? It must be that "man about camp" look!)

Bring GFs Home

with

6th War Loan

THE CLUBS HAVE BEEN VERY ACTIVE THIS
summer. In fact, so active that some of the clubs that
have been hibernating came out and showed themselves for
the first time in ages. No names will be mentioned, please!

If you hear, "I'm not going to Glee Club practice this after-
noon," don't believe a word of it. Every member is there or
else — or else she's escorted personally by Miss Weyforth.
From the results shown at graduation of summer practicing,
one can easily see that none of the members had missed one
Monday's afternoon of vocalizing. Perhaps they did miss one,
the afternoon that Miss Weyforth gave a delightful picnic in
the Glen for her loyal members.

The Natural History Group fulfilled its promise and held
another breakfast "between the trees and the boids." As
usual, everyone had a super time — especially the girls who
took the science elective. They proved themselves to be quite
competent ornithologists while leading the rest of the group
on a bird walk before breakfast.

The Marshalls have been doing a bit of celebrating also.
One Wednesday afternoon they put aside their window
sticks and attendance slips, and paraded to the shelter armed
with ginger ale, cup cakes, peaches and a guest, Betty Muss-
ington. The main event of the afternoon was the giving of
awards. Betty Mussington and Mary Shipley received a TC
pin for two years of service and Dorothy Beatty an MTC
pin for three years of service.

If you're planning to go to the convention which the In-
ternational Relations Club attends every year, you had better
be looking for notice of the next meeting. At the meeting
of the I.R.C. this summer it was decided that anyone who
does not attend the next meeting of the group will be unable
to attend the convention, which will be held some place in
Pennsylvania this fall. As you know, these conventions are
loads of fun so be sure not to miss the next meetings. Every-
one is invited to attend.

The Student Christian Association has been entertaining
again. The entire club threw a party in the dorm for the
dorm students one night. The most distinguished of the lat-
ter wore housecoats, while others were seen in shorts and
abbreviated PJ's.

The Athletic Association was really on the ball this se-
mester. A very extensive program was not only planned but
also carried out. We can't offer enough thanks to Mary Ellen
Perrin, Mr. Minnegan and the rest of the A.A. Board for
making so many activities possible. Included in the sports
were tennis, archery, and soft ball.

OCTOBER • 1944

A COUNTRY CHRISTMAS

HOW WELL I REMEMBER THAT DAY
before last Christmas Eve! Ev, my girl friend,
and I were standing on the deck of the Bay ferry,
watching the blustering wind ruffle the water into
white caps, which splashed the sides of the laboring
ferry. It was quite rough sailing — windy and wet,
with the ferry cumbersomely ploughing into one
trough of water, then another. The sky was icy gray,
streaked with yellow and with little black puffs of
clouds scudding back and forth overhead. When the
ship docked and we began to walk the country back-
roads to the farm, flakes of snow were already begin-
ning to drift silently down, settling on the barren
landscape, with its gaunt bare trees and bushes — the
empty furrowed brown fields. We'd be glad to get to
the farm and settled in the little house, pockmarked
with the storms and winds of the years. Just the
housekeeper would be there when we arrived, and
Queenie, the collie dog. They'd welcome us with light
and warmth and food. We'd put our packages of
supplies and Christmas gifts on the hearth, and after
warming up a bit we'd go out into the storm again, to
our neighbor's house, a mile away. Our first Christ-
mas on an isolated farm! It sounded like fun — but
how exciting it was to be we had no way of knowing.

The Dawsons were our nearest neighbors. Mr.
Dawson was an oiler on a Merchant Marine tanker
and, they believed, was now on his way over-seas.
Mrs. Dawson was running the farm alone and taking
care of Irma and Ben, the two children. We were to
share our Christmas with them — help them trim the
tree and open the gifts at midnight. We had planned
to leave for the Dawson farm about seven o'clock,
taking the stable lantern and a flashlight with us. The
drifts would not be too deep by then, and if the storm
became worse, we could stay overnight. We were pre-
paring to leave when the telephone rang. I remember
being surprised at the time that the telephone lines
weren't down. We waited to see who could be call-
ing, and the white face of the housekeeper, after she
had answered, warned us that something was wrong.
I grabbed the telephone and said, "Yes, who is it?"

A small scared voice came thinly over the line — a
voice I recognized as belonging to seven-year-old Ben
Dawson. He was half crying.

"Mommy's so still — she won't wake up. I know
she's awful sick, 'cause she kept her hand to her side
and kept moaning and tellin' me to call somebody
quick."

"All right, Ben — we'll come right away! Keep your

mother covered up, and we'll get a doctor and get
there as soon as we can."

"Help us to — Hello, hello!" The line went dead.
I turned to Ev. "Quick, Ev! Walk down to Fox's
store and get him to take his car and drive me to
Stevensville for Dr. James. The line's out. I'll go to
Dawson's and see what I can do for her until the
doctor gets there. Hurry!"

We hurried out into the storm and the blizzard
seemed to increase in fury. My coat and boots were
heavy with snow and my eyelashes frozen together
by the time we reached the other farm. Ev went on
ahead to see about the doctor. Neither the lantern
nor the flashlight helped much, for the wind was
blowing handfuls of snow into the feeble light.

Ben was watching at the window and hurried to
open the door — tow-headed Ben, still showing a
trace of his summer tan. But he was frightened now
almost to the point of panic. As I stepped inside, I
looked around quickly. Mrs. Dawson was a still,
dark, huddled mass on the living-room couch. The
fire in the room's pot-bellied stove had died down and
the room was lighted by a small kerosene lamp on the
old-fashioned roll-topped desk. The room was chill
and dark, and groping shadows stole out from the
corners, merging with other shdows thrown out by
the furniture. The naked, untrimmed tree stood in a
corner of the room, looking forlorn and dispirited.
Scattered balls and unopened packages cluttered the
floor around it. There were just three sounds, the
tick of the kitchen wall-clock, the sputtering of a
piece of green kindling in the stove, and, from a darkly
hidden chair, the muffled sobs of a frigtened child.

"That's Irm crying," said Ben, trying to muster up
a last shred of courage.

"I'll see about her later. Right now we're got to
look after your mother. Go get some kindling wood
from the shed and bring it in here. Don't get it wet."

Mrs. Dawson was not asleep, but was almost un-
conscious with pain. It looked like appendicitis to
me. I had Ben pump some water from the kitchen
sink and applied towels to Mrs. Dawson's hot fore-
head. The house was beginning to warm up, but I
was plenty worried. What if Ev had been lost in the
storm? The drifts were almost up to the windows by
now and snow was pelting down harder every minute.
Could the doctor get through to us? I tried to put
such things out of my mind, but there wasn't much I
could do, and I had more than enough time to think —
with that white wall of silence cutting us off from

THE TOWER LIGHT

everything but God. "God!" I began to pray as hard
as I'd ever done before. No. I didn't get down on my
knees, but I prayed silently. "Please God, hear me
now! Don't let Mrs. Dawson get any worse! Make
the doctor hurry! Please, God!"

I think some tiny hope in miracles kept us going as
the minutes ticked around the kitchen clock. The
children were getting restless — Irm was beginning to
whimper again. I wasn't able to do much for Mrs.
Dawson, so I turned to the children.

"How about trimming the tree? Your mother
would like to see it all finished before the doctor gets
here, I'm sure."

They agreed and the tree began to bloom like a
flower, first with balls, then tinsel. The kerosene
lamp shone on it and it sparkled into a haloed triangle.
The children quieted down, became interested in
their fascinating work Mrs. Dawson rallied a bit. I
bent low over her, and she murmured in semi-delirium
asking if we could sing Christmas carols. We began
with "Silent Night, Holy Night." The children's
sweet young faces and voices seemed to give deeper
meaning to the comforting message, and to lend some
sort of calm to the harassing situation. Mrs. Dawson
at last fell into a troubled doze. The doctor came
about an hour later, took one look at the patient, and
decided that he must operate immediately — one of
the many kitchen-table emergencies the country phy-
sician must face.

Ben and Irma were becoming frightened again, so
while Ev helped Dr. James, I put them to bed, with
promises that Santa Claus would surely visit them be-
fore morning. Poor tykes, they were exhausted, and
fell asleep immediately. One of the hardest things I
had to do was resist the temptation of crawling into
bed myself. But I dragged downstairs to help as much
as I could. Ev was holding a flashlight for the doctor,
for the glow from the kerosene lamp was too feeble
for the delicate operation. It was like a bad night-
mare — so vivid and grotesque, and seemingly so long,
although over so quickly. When Mrs. Dawson was in
bed and the red swabs and gauze cleaned from the
floor and table, Dr. James left us with careful direc-
tions, saying he would come early next morning.

All night, Ev and I took turns watching Mrs. Daw-
son. Though tired, we were relieved and happy in
the knowledge that it would not be too sad a Christ-
mas, after all.

By morning, Mrs. Dawson was completely out of
danger. The doctor brought her more good news in a
letter he had picked up at the general store, giving her
word of Mr. Dawson's safe arrival overseas.
DECEMBER 1944

As Ben and Irma put it, when they opened their
gifts, "Gosh, we're pretty lucky after all. Santa took
care of just everything!"

"Yes, he did," I assured them. "And don't forget
that God helped us all, and that He will always help
us all!"

Eileen Lynch

Clubs

THE MEMBERS OF THE LITTLE THEATER
Guild have rolled up their sleeves and gotten to
work. A committee is cleaning out the costume room
(which most of us didn't know existed) in the Ad
Building. Now don't think they're not doing any-
thing in the line of drama. The members are planning
a program to be at a Christmas assembly. They also
have visions of presenting a play in the spring.

Having the twenty some Goucher girls on the
campus with us has brought about a feeling of, "Gee,
you're nice, I want to get to know you better." The
Hockey game held Wednesday, November 15th helped
our girls to really get acquainted with some of the
Goucher girls. After the game the Athletic Associa-
tion provided cider and doughnuts for the players.
By the way, the score was one to one.

The Natural History Group wasn't satisfied with
furnishing those deligtful breakfasts which we en-
joyed so much in the Glen. The members gave a
supper with Mother Nature as hostess one evening
and talk about fun! And the food? Delicious!

Although the orchestra hasn't made an official ap-
pearance since the Clubs Assembly last month, it has
been functioning, and very well too. The member-
ship has increased just about double. One little
blonde senior has even taken to playing the trumpet.
If you just can't wait for the orchestra to make a
public appearance stop outside the auditorium some
Friday morning between eight and nine and you'll
hear some music "what sends you."

Mrs. Cuthbertson, secretary of the Middle Atlantic
region of the Student Christian Movement, visited
the campus this month to talk with and advise the
officers and members of the S.C.A. Mrs. Cuthbert-
son gave some very helpful suggestions to the Student
Christian Association for spreading its membership to
the day students of this college. To start this move-
ment the S.C.A. presented a chapel assembly.

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IT WAS EXACTLY THREE YEARS AGO — IN SEP-
tember, 1941 — that we entered S.T.C. For some of us,
the time passed quickly. In February, 1944, we could hardly
believe that we were the seniors who, in seven months, were
to slip from under the responsibility of the state and slip into
our own responsibilities arising in our own classes. Now we
are on the other side of the desk. Because there were so few
of us, we were pretty close to each other, but now the vast
systems of Baltimore City and Maryland counties will sepa-
rate us physically — even though we will wonder how the
others are getting on.

There seems to be a concentration of new teachers in
southern Baltimore. Curtis Bay boasts a fair percentage of
'45 (alias '44). Rose Silverberg has a 5A (and is she happy;
she did her practice teaching in the same grade); Judy
Flower has a fourth; Vera Schunke delves into second-grade
material; and Margaret Dryden is trodding a brand new
path in her first grade. Brooklyn added Cecelia Hoffman and
Shirley Adams in six and 3B respectively, to its faculty. Louise
Davis, also with a third grade, "commutes" to Brooklyn, but
in a different school. Number 84 — the former practice
center — claimed three girls. Alice Ziefle in a combination
3A-4B ("but what a room I have — no closets!"), Dorothy
Beatty in a 3B 1 (she likes the 1 after the grade), and Edith
Weaver in the second ("I wish my desks were movable!"). All
three have done one term of their student teaching, in the
school, and Alice has her third-graders in her fourth now.
Katherine Millman is in Number 4 — combination 1B1A — "all
that seat work", moans Millman. Dorothy Mayers has a 6B
in School 92 — with all the fifth and sixth grade science.
Poor Mayers — no music at all.

West Baltimore schools "profit by our experience," too.
Kitty Cragg at School 68 in Catonsville, has a combination
5B-5A. It's just around the corner, and she knows many of
the people there. Edna Mae O'Keefe teaches a second grade
in Irvington — not far from her home, either. Naecarma
Collector rides to Ten Hills every day for her combination
3A-4B. In a slighdy different direction, Doris Lample puts
pictures on her numerous bulletin boards for second graders
in School 34.

East Baltimore has been slighted a little in number but
not in quality. Irma Di Marcantonio has the fourth grade
in Highlandtown — just a short walk to school — nice, isn't
it? Marguerite Ruppertsberger was scheduled for the fifth
grade in the same school, but Henry comes first, so she's in
Florida. To the north, Dorothy Cox is situated in Number
99 — fifth grade. How long will it be before you are another
practice teacher there, Cox?

Because of junior and senior teaching, there is a dearth
of news about permanent positions for the county girls. The
majority follows in November. Our only two are Mary Shep-
ley, who has a combination third and fourth grade in Gcr-
mantown, Montgomery County (will your model be the
campus school, Mary?), and Alice Lee Jones. Alice Lee is in
Brooklyn Park ("I wish I knew what grade I have"). Guess
she knows by this time.

So now we're on our own — Good Luck to us all !

Strictly Feminine — {Continued from page 5)

Have you noticed Alice Gartrell's shoes? They have "Duke
2" written all over them.

Annie Naegele plays the field — but definitely? Flash! The
Navy's top man at the moment. Anchors Aweigh.

Jean Warfield's interest lies in South Carolina in the form
of a certain "Harry." When do we see a ring?

Doris Hale's interest lies in the farm, but the Navy seems
to be holding it's own.

Ellen Carroll, personality plus, likes letters from Cumber-
land. Do you ever write him some of your clever poetry?

Well, Well! Another man-hater is Dot Long! What have
the men been up to?

Playing the field seems to be Ruth Jane Poff's preference,
too. When are you going to settle down ?

Pretty Audrey Crawford should put down her books and
concentrate on the boy next door. How about it?

Cute Eleanor Van Dyke made quite a hit with a dashing
soldier at the prom.

We hear Severna Park holds an attraction for Leah Koutch.
Wonder what he looks like.

Ruth de Hoff has been seeing star dust with a boy from
Hopkins.

Angela Grochowski and Helen Pennock are two very sweet
girls who keep their personal life really personal, as do Mar-
garet Hennlein and Dorothea Chenworth. Sorry, no info.

A certain soldier certainly finds scatter-brain Betty Brooks
very attractive. Could be love.

We've noticed June Stevens and Connie Gruhn taking at-
tractive-looking letters out of their mailbox. .Does anyone
know who they're from?

Ruby Kemp certainly spends a lot of time in front of the
mirror. Which one is she getting ready for?

A perfect word to describe Mary Hartman is gadabout.
Where does she find the men?

Little Louise Koch has one fear in life — that is getting fat.
Pardon us while we laugh. (Continued on page 8)

THE TOWER LIGHT

JditeSiatof,

Glimpses in Retrospect

YESTERDAY I CAME TO TOWSON — MADE
that first second-fare ride from Dunkirk — made my
way up the hill to the structure I soon called (with everyone
else) the Ad Building.

Yesterday? Well, nearly so ... At least it seems so . . .
Sounds crazy, calling 1942 yesterday when so much has hap-
pened since and I've advanced from lowly freshman to lofty
senior. No, not really . . . Believe me, not really . . . You
know . . . You've experienced that . . . here seemingly no
time at all but nearly through four college years. If you
haven't experienced it, you will. These years will go all too
quickly.

Yesterday . . . that first class with Dr. Lynch . . . Science
. . . What would it be like? What would it do for me and
... to me? Someone came into the room to talk to the in-
structor. I had time to look around. Stuffed owls in the
case ... an evolution chart on the wall ... a snake skin . . .
embryos preserved in formaldehyde . . . and the sign up high
on the wall — "Nothing is constant but change" . . . Sounds
paradoxical. No — change is the only constant; everything
else changes . . . Getting involved. The most revolutionizing
of classes — the one with Dr. Lynch . . . Makes you think . . .
really think . . . challenges you . . . your attitude changes . . .
I know what it is — for the first time. You're really beginning
to understand and even to USE the scientific approach . . .
take nothing for granted . . . experiment . . . prove . . . The
Scientific Approach.

Yesterday ... a freshman . . . really green . . . College was
so new ... no homeroom classes . . . Free times on your
schedule . . . use it as you please ... in the library usually
... or under the trees on the campus . . . maybe even in the
Glen . . . Picnics in the Glen . . . lunch there sometimes . . .
So different from high school.

Men in the College . . . faculty members . . . seniors . . .
juniors . . . new. That one there . . . Who's he, a senior?
Must be ... so young . . . even walks like a senior . . . the
only senior with a green bagslung over his shoulder . . .
wonder why? Walks like a senior . . . more reserved than
most, though . . . Who is he, I wonder? . . . beautiful voice
. . . nice smile . . . quite dignified — more so than most
seniors ... A faculty member? Him? Good heavens! What's
his name? Millar? How do you spell it? MILLAR . . .
there's a Miller here, too; both teach English . . . both swell
. . . Millar from Harvard . . . jolly. A faculty member! . . .
Looks like a senior.

Yesterday . . . my first Girl's Demonstration Night . . .
OCTOBER • 1944

more fun with the class stunt ... all faces were funny . . .
seniors were the best . . . always are . . . Dances and games
. . . games were most exciting . . . Newcomb . . . that slam
stunt of mine . . . helped win our game . . . other side used
it, too . . . almost lost because of it . . . Juniors won that
night . . . Mr. Crook's class . . . Felt awfully disappointed
because we came in last . . . freshmen usually do . . . dances
count most . . . we're not so good at them . . . give us time
. . . We'll win before we leave . . . (did, too). Sang Alma
Mater in conclusion . . . wonderful song . . . brings tears to
my eyes . . . makes me really proud . . . makes me want to
shout . . . means Teachers College to me . . . my song . . .
my Alma Mater . . . wonderful song.

Yesterday ... a sophomore . . . established now . . . been
here a whole year . . . know all the faculty members ... by
names at least . . . have for a long time . . . Things changed
that year . . . most of the men students gone . . . graduated
. . . armed services . . . Lots still here, though . . . not for
long . . . This is war . . . Lot changed that year . . . elected
to Student Government Board . . . Remember that induction
service? . . . just a freshman then, but quite impressed . . .
Henry Astrin coming into office . . . impressive service . . .
job . . . You'd like to be there someday, wouldn't you? . . .
"Hitch your wagon to a star."

Got a new gym that year . . . saw it grow from first plank
up . . . took a long time . . . not really long ... we were just
impatient . . . finally completed . . . Remember dedication
assembly? Such hilarity . . . Dr. Walther in farmer cos-
tume . . . Miss Weyforth a riot . . . Warren Wendler was
best . . . Superman . . . stole the show

Momentous event that year . . . new faculty member . . .
Who is he? What's he like? ... on our schedule — Golly!
. . . American History . . . had it in high school . . .
Wouldn't like it with him . . . new faculty member ... I
ate my words . . . class is solid . . . History really lives . . .
teaches so humanly . . . instructor super . . . not what he
says it's how he says it . . . became the joy of the campus . . .
student's pet ... H. is for Harrison . . . fellows named him
Curly Bill . . . versatile as anything . . . Irish wife . . . better
9/10th . . . better l/10th . . . "I'm just nothing at all" . . .
Could write volumes . . . don't have to — others already
have . . . suffice it to say, College wouldn't be the same
without him . . . Great Guy.

Yesterday ... a junior . . . took a long time . . . were
freshmen 3 semesters, sophomores 3 semesters . . . finally
became juniors — Junior 6. This was the year ... all men
gone ... all but one — a freshman . . . that's all right . . .
Took an individual advisor this year . . . quite a time de-

Literary

ciding. Came in contact with one of S.T.C.'s most dynamic
and charming personalities . . . might not seem so — get
her in class . . . you'll see then . . . Education classes are
really educational ... do all sorts of things . . . invaluable in
student teaching . . . invaluable period! "Maine in summer,
Maryland in winter . . . marvelous combination" . . . loads
of fun . . . keeps you on your toes . . . values student opin-
ion . . . none of this says it, not really . . . she's more than
that . . . much more . . . find out for yourself . . . you
won't be sorry!

Student teaching . . . what a year . . . tremendous expe-
rience . . . swell 6th grade . . . wonderful class . . . tremend-
ous responsibility . . . College is a cinch . . . College is a
vacation . . . this is so different . . . but this is what you've
studied for ... a real chance to apply theory . . . keeps you
stepping . . . but you like it . . . you really do . . . It's hard,
but anything worthwhile always is . . . being hard helps make
it valuable . . . You're glad to come back, but you don't
want to leave . . . You taught for nine weeks ... a teacher
after so long . . . Well!

Today . . . today a senior . . . not yesterday . . . today
. . . Your last year's half over . . . College is nearly gone . . .
where'd it go? ... where are those years? . . . only mem-
ories . . . There's something tangible — you reached that
star . . . wagon and all . . . But that's going, too . . .
nearly gone . . . What have you got after 4 years — nearly?
Plenty . . . you're different . . . not the same kid who came
in . . . you've grown up . . . you're not a kid . . . you've
matured . . . you even look different . . . more grown up , . .
You look as if you've been to college ... it shows . . . you
can see it . . . You think differently, too . . . You analyze
. . . you challenge . . . you don't accept blindly . . . you
help others not to, too . . . You're a part of the world . . .
the universe . . . You've a place in it . . . You don't think
you're so wise . . . that'll come, though . . . You're wiesr
than when you came . . . but that's maturity ... a part of
it . . . Yes, you're different ... I like you this way . . .
much nicer than when you came . . . Everyone ought to go
to college . . . They can't afford NOT to go . . . What they're
missing . . . You ARE different . . . But you'll be learning
. . . No, don't talk about it — I'm not ready — not yet . . .
I will be, maybe, but not yet . . . How horrible to graduate
... to leave here . . . leave everyone and everybody . . .
But you'll be teaching . . . that's what you want, isn't it?
Be practical! . . . Sounds good, but I'm not ready . . . hang
on to those 18 weeks . . . make them count . . . they're
your last . . .
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Those years were fun . . . wonderful fun . . . reminiscing
has been fun . . . you'll do lots of that, I'll bet . . . that's
good . . . Don't forget teachers . . . How can you? . . .
It's helped to make you . . . it's part of you . . . and you've
left your imprint ... I know some lines that say what you're
trying to say . . . better than you're saying it . . . You'll
have to change one word . . . Riley won't mind, will he?
Not as pretty with the word changed, but it says it . . .
better than you can . . . from Riley's Parting Guest . . .

"Lingeringly I turn away, this late hour, yet
glad enough
You have not withheld from me

Your high hospitality.
So, with face lit with delight
And all gratitude, I stay
Yet to press your hands and say —
Thanks. — So fine a time! Good night."

That says it.

— E. Spaeth.

Strictly Feminine — (Continued from page 6)

Here's an interesting item: Doris Burton and Betsy Fuller
met for the first time two years ago and didn't see each other
again until the first day of school. Small world, isn't it?

Who was that good-looking boy with the good-looking
car who brought Elizabeth Schisler back to school one day?

Campus Chatter— (Continued from page 2)

THE MONTH OF OCTOBER SPELLED A GALA
occasion for the Glee Club, as it celebrated its autumn
festival in the Glen. Eighty hungry mouths enjoyed the de-
licious Picnic Supper of hot dogs, rolls, potato chips, pickles,
tomatoes, apples and hot cocoa. The early evening air was a
great stimulus to our food-starved systems, and when happily
satisfied, we lustily sang forth the old-time songs. Guessing
songs, the musical treat given by the three boys and, best of
all, songs of the WAVES rendered by our own Dr. Tansil,
were among the splendid items on the program. As the Tower
Clock struck six, the light strains of Alma Mater brought an
end to this gay evening of song, food, and laughter. It seems
a long time to wait until next fall for another such picnic.

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Volume XVIII, No. 11

November, 1944

THERE IS A LONG HARD ROAD TO TRAVEL
even after V-E (Victory in Europe) Day. Many of us
will be tempted to slack, just a little, in our efforts "to beat
the enemy" but we should realize, above all else, that a half-
won battle needs twice the effort in order to insure a decisive
victory. Our boys on the battle fronts could tell you which
half of the struggle requires more exertion of power.

NOVEMBER ■ 1944

Our nation is about to start a 6th War Loan Drive and
every loyal citizen should assume as much of the responsi-
bility of this drive as he is able. It's not easy to part with
$18.75 when you're sure you haven't that much money, but
isn't it better to do without that new dress, or shoes, or hat,
or purse when you know that every bond brings our boys
closer to home? Don't nod your heads affirmatively if you
don't mean it. This is one time when spiritual support must
be enforced with financial backing. Either you DON'T want
a short war or you DO buy a bond or, at the least, a sizeable
sum of stamps. No purchase in the sale is too small — every
single 10-cent stamp counts — but make sure that the small
purchase is the largest you can afford.

We just can't say we want the war over and our boys
home — we've got to pay their fare home.

Buy That Bond Today!

Support Your

6th War Loan Drive

THIS MONTH — NOVEMBER — SEEMS TO BE
the month of War Activities and this is the opportune
time to announce the Red Cross Blood Bank Drive. Everyone
who is physically able should participate in this drive. If you
can't give blood why not send a substitute? No one has to
be convinced that the Red Cross is doing a magnificent job
on our battle fronts with plasma. What we do need to be re-
minded of is that unless every able person gives a pint of
blood, there will be a severe shortage of plasma and some
G.I. Joe may lose his life if he doesn't receive a transfusion
on time.

The Mobile Unit of the blood donor project will again set
up a center in the First Methodist Church in Towson on
November 21 from 1 p. m. to 4 p. m., and on November 22
from 1 p. m. to 7 p. m.

It is necessary for all persons under the age of 21 to have a
blank signed by either one of their parents before they can
be blood donors. Those blanks will be available in the Maine
Office.

Don't minimize the importance of these "little" war ac-
tivities that we civilians participate in — every little bit helps
to make one big united effort.

GamfMi Chattel

THE MUSEUM OF ART HAS OPENED ITS FALL
season with a small but wholly admirable exhibition of
modern French paintings, and a large, and on the whole,
interesting exhibition of "Glass Through the Ages."

The sixteen pictures, to which a delightful Degas bronze
figure of a little ballet girl has been added, make up a really
excellent anthology of late nineteenth and twentieth century
painting in France; perhaps the nearest thing we have to a
living "great tradition" in any of the contemporary arts.

The glass ranges all the way from Phoenician amulets and
Greco-Roman perfume botdes to big modern vases orna-
mented with Matisse figures and abstraction in sand-blasted
decorations by Joseph Albers. Here is an unusual exhibition
and an instructive one.

THE THEATRE SEASON THIS FALL AT FORD'S
has been graced with many varieties. Several of us were
thrilled by Diana Barrymore's portrayal in "Rebecca," that
mysterious and alluring production of the last decade. "To-
morrow the World" attracted our student body, and espe-
cially good was the ever-delightful "Life with Father," played
by a new company this year. "Tangled Web," a melodrama
by Channing Pollock, staged by the author, was produced
simply to provide an evening's entertainment, based as it was,
on a magazine story, "The Professor's Alibi." The drama-
tization of John P. Marquand's book, "The Late George
Apley," and John Hershey's "A Bell for Adono" brought
down the house. Baltimore is fortunate to have these fine
plays visit Ford's.

OUR COLLEGE WAS VERY FORTUNATE TO
have as a speaker in assembly an important British
visitor, brought here through the British Information Service.
Miss Elizabeth Margaret Monkhouse, who came to Amer-
ica as the guest of the Workers Education Bureau, is at the
present the organizing tutor to the Workers' Education As-
sociation in North Scodand, and in 1941 she became full-
time tutor for the Workers' Educational Association in the
Eastern Division, working in Norfolk. The youngest child
of Allan Noble Monkhouse, novelist, playwright and literary
editor of the Manchester Guardian, she delivered a very in-
formational and inspirational talk on the Educational Out-
look in Britain. Perhaps we'll have another such distinguished
visitor before long.

IS THERE ANYONE NOW WHO DOESN'T BELONG
to a school club? After the various presentations in the
Club Assembly, surely you've joined one of the many, and
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enrolled in the cause. The revived Dramatic Club, under the
able leadership of Mrs. Stapleton, should set our school afire
with its talented flares. And imagine having a swing band
here on our own premises again, raising our low spirits!
Don't fail to support the old and new activities in the Col-
lege. They are all for you!

Men's Corner

{Editor's Note — After several unsuccessful attempts
to get "our men" to elucidate about their Men's Club,
ive attained at least partial achievement in getting the
"case history" of two of the members — or should I
say officers?)

DON HAMMERMAN came to Baltimore a few years ago
from New England. On graduating from City College a year
and one-half ago, he became a member of the Forestry De-
partment, Scout Counselor at Linstead, and a member of
the U. S. Army. Don likes best to talk about his Boy Scout
Troop, the beautiful blonde date he had Sunday, and his last
hunting or fishing trek, especially the one in Canada. He
enjoys good music and his idol is Coach Minnegan. "Daniel
Boone's" ambition is directed toward being a high school
athletic instructor.

MERRILL COHEN, youngest member of the Men's Club,
came to S.T.C. after graduating from Baltimore City Col-
lege. There he shared the enthusiasm which the victorious
football yielded. Here, he is continuing in his musical success
for which he received due recompense at high school. As
a clarinet and saxophone player, he is unsurpassed and will be
heard at the coming spring dance as a member of a popular
orchestra. All his spare time is whiled away in zoology lab.
Until Uncle Sam's waiting list adds this rootin' tootin' jive
king, his lustful sense of humor will resound through
S.T.C.'s annals.

See Your Name In Print

JOIN THE MEN'S CLUB!

( S AD vertisement)

THE TOWER LIGHT

G.I.

IN MEMORIAM

IT IS WITH SORROW AND SENSE OF A GREAT
loss that we record the deaths of Lieut. John P. Hackman
and Maj. Robert B. Norris.

Lieutenant Hackman was killed on October 22 when the
Liberator bomber on which he was co-pilot, crashed during
a take-off at Davis Monthan Field, Arizona. Lieutenant
Hackman was a graduate of Sparrows Point High School
and a member of the Class of '45 at this College. In February,
1942, he signed up for air cadet training, and in July, 1944,
he was commissioned as a pilot.

Major Norris, of the Class of '34, was killed in action on
August 19. The War Department telegram stated that he
met his death somewhere in France.

The memory of these two men will live on at S.T.C. in
the minds and hearts of those who knew them.

LATEST REPORTS

Ensign Narciss Hutton, U.S.N.R., of the Class of '45, is
now serving as a communications officer on a ship somewhere
in the Pacific area.

Ensign Carlisle Refo, U.S.N .R., a member of the Class of
'43. has also been made ship's communications officer.

On duty in the South Pacific, Ensign Maynard Webster,
Class of '43, is seeing quite a bit of action. He is serving
aboard an LCT. We'll expect him to be able to give his
geography classes first hand information on New Guinea.

The Greatest Profession

IN THE APRIL, 1944, ISSUE OF TEACHERS' Di-
gest, an article condensed from The Bismarck^ (N. D.)
Tribune, sounds a new note in praise of the teaching pro-
fession.

Referring to the teaching profession as "The Greatest Pro-
fession," this article describes the decline of prestige through-
out the years. At one time in the history of our country, the
most respected citizen of the community was the school-
master. When the quest for money overcame the quest for
knowledge, the profession suffered. Then came the years
when jobs were scarce and teachers plentiful. Result — a pro-
fession grossly underpaid.

In recent years, some improvement has been made but
much remains undone. The teaching profession must be
rescued not only from "civilians who presume to impress
their ideas on a learned profession," but from those, as well,
who have "grown up within the ranks of teachers and have
contributed to their decline." A great many wrongs must
be righted.

"Teachers who honor their profession by giving it the very
best they have are following closely in the footsteps of the
Greatest of All Teachers, who gave the world both divine
inspiration and a new way of life nearly 2,000 years ago."

We, who are preparing to enter this "Greatest Profession"
should realize the important part we must play in restoring
our profession to its former heights. Resolve to do your ut-
most, even though your contribution be small, to raise the
status of teachers. Teach your class — yes — but through
them, their parents and the community. It can be done and
must be done if the America of the future, as an America
better educated, and more appreciative, is to be considered.
In your hands rests the future of your chosen profession.
The outcome — remains to be seen.

VISITORS

We were recently visited by Lieut, (j.g.) Aaron B. Seidler,
U.S.N.R., Class of '42. He has just completed his training in
multiple engine school at Adanta, Georgia, and has been
assigned to duty at Pearl Harbor, where he will fly for the
Naval Air Transport Service

During a three-day delay, prior to leaving the country,
Pvt. Robert S. Bishop, '43, visited us. Bob is with the A.T.C.
He says, "Sure would like to have some of the faculty to help
entertain the transients as they come through." Could it be
that Bob is referring to our own Happy Hartley (or maybe
Waving Weyforth)?
NOVEMBER • 1944

G. I. Visitors— (Continued)

Lieut. Rebecca Tansil, U.S.N.R., visited the College be-
fore going to Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania, where she will
act as liaison officer in charge of placement and supervision
of new personnel. She is always a welcome visitor.

What recent visitor to the College could be the author
of an opus bearing the title, "I Fly by Night," or "Journey
into Darkness"? Most men try one branch of the service at
a time, but Ensign Ned Logan, U.S.N.R., Class of '43, tried
to use Air Corps tactics aboard a batdewagon. Take it from
him — it doesn't work. At least, he bears scars of his two-
story flight which began with a take-off from an open hatch.

^Ue Qltailen^e

ON ANY COLLEGE CAMPUS TODAY WE HEAR
that plaintive wail: "What's become of all those
things that used to make the life of a struggling co-ed worth
living?" Well, many of the humble items you miss in store
shelves these days have marched off to war. But that isn't
news to any of us who have asked for tissues, powder puff
boxes, Crepe Paper (apologies to Mrs. Brewster), mirrors,
paper cups, waterproof fabrics, and hundreds of other small
items that make life beautiful.

Many of these items have gone to war unchanged in gen-
eral appearance and they're fighting on all fronts — lend an
ear as to how: Julietta K. Arthur of Rotarian Magazine has
made a study of these essential items and the part they're
playing in the war.

Steel Springs — The bedsprings you can't buy today are in
bunks near the bottom of the sea. So when the bed you
bounce into doesn't really bounce, remember that subma-
rine crews must have real relaxation when they rest.
Pipe Cleaners — Dad's pipe smells twice as fragrant (?) as
ever before but if you think that's a problem, how about
the problem facing General Motors' Diesel engine divi-
sion — that is, until someone tried pipe cleaners. Now
thousands of them are doing a wartime job.
Powder-Puff Boxes — The crystal clarity which gave these
cases glamour before the war, now cuts down the num-
ber of ammunition duds; an improperly filled case may
be spotted at once. The U. S. Marine Corps uses them,
too — to keep nuts and bolts clean, dry and visible.

Face Tissues — Cleansing tissues work better than a roller
or a blotter smoothing wet decals on airplane instrument
panels. An employee at Lockheed Aircraft thought up
the idea.

Crepe Paper — Used in peace to wrap Christmas packages.
It's now doing military camouflage. This valuable item
is being woven into patterns through meshes of textile or
wire. The result: a sheet resistant to water, fire, mold or
mildew. (Mrs. Brouwer, please note — crepe paper is
good for something, isn't it? ? ? ?)

Mirrors ■ — Girls, those handy little mirrors that your new
purse is likely to lack, are being used by lost soldiers, ship-
wrecked sailors, and downed airmen. A special type of
signal mirror, which has a full mirror on the face, a
round one on the back, and a sighting cross at the center,
instantly supplies range data when aimed between sun
and target. Millions of other mirrors are keeping our
service women and men well groomed; and still others
are used in training, to show would-be Commandos and

ordinary soldiers how to coordinate movements and im-
prove techniques.

Waterproof Fabric — That flexible coating made from lime-
stone, coke, and salt, which used to waterproof curtains,
raincoats, and junior's pants is now saving fruit groves
from red scale pests. Tents impregnated with it now
cover trees while an insect-killing gas balloons up inside.
There's the story of a few of those items that have gone

to war. Grin and bear it, gang; they're doing their job —

How about you?

POINTS OF VIEW

"In shaping its policy through the years, the college has
kept in mind that education for women must render a dual
service. It must fit them, not only for their obvious function
in securing and insuring the firmness, wholesomeness, sta-
bility, and moral integrity of family life; but it must pre-
pare them also to be capable economic partners in saving and
earning." — President Wood, Stephens College.

"Never was there a greater need for an education which
looks forward to a world we hope to make and can make.
The sordid world we are now in may drag us down. We
can improve the present only if we have a vision of greater
things to come." — Dean Messenger, University of Idaho.

ONE AT A TIME
In Eureka College, students take one course at a time.
Under this plan a shorter, more concentrated study is made
of one subject. This shorter period makes it possible for at
least four subjects to be taught each term. The result at the
end of the year would be a more thorough knowledge of
these subjects.

TRAINING FOREIGN STUDENTS
A proposal from American educators for the training of
fifteen hundred student specialists from the occupied lands
of Europe and Asia, has been placed before the State Depart-
ment because of the devastation of the cultural centers in
the war-torn nations. They urge immediate action to prepare
men and women to carry on the scientific, technical, and eco-
nomic life of the Axis-dominated countries as soon as they
are freed.

IN ENGLAND
The development of the Municipal Universities during the
last decade has been astonishing. Some of them have cam-
puses which the best provided American university might
well envy. However, only one of them has dormitories.
Nearly all are provided with lounging rooms, some have
theaters for plays, dances and addresses. The students in most
of these universities are day scholars.

THE TOWER LIGHT

BbUctlif fyemUUH&

Soph. 5 —

It must be true love when a Southern doctor sends a girl
red rose buds for her birthday. How about it, Town-
shend ?

Wonder how Crump got her new nickname — "Wings"?

Where did Hurley get that Marine pin? I thought Bill
was in the Navy.

It hardly seems possible that personally delivered ice
cream cones come all the way from France. Towson's much
closer, isnt it, Arelyn?

At the present time the Navy seems to have the inside
track to Spurrier's heart, but the fireworks will begin when
the Air Corps gets home this Christmas with a brand new
pair of wings.

Maddy Jackson finally made up her mind this summer ■ —
"the Best"!

Soph. 2 —

Why do Brach's week-end visits to Eastern Shore to see
her female cousin result in those dreamy-eyed expressions
Monday morning?

$64 Question — Carmen Lavara is wearing a diamond but
she doesn't know if it's an engagement ring or not. If she
doesn't know, who does?

Jeanne Sowter — How's the British "N-i-vy" these days?

Ginny Hurry sure knows her stuff when it comes to jitter-
bugging.

Urey's the charming petite Miss who seems to know all
the answers. She and "Smyrkie" make a constant two-some.

Jean Harbaugh, aspirant to opera, is making a beginning
by singing in the tub. You know, "soap-opera."

Miss Weyforth thinks that "Hokey" has a flair for con-
ducting. "Hokey's" energy knows no limits so she should
do O. K.

"Where is Miss Serio today?"

The Jenny Lind of Soph. 2 — Coryne Harmison.

And of our dormitory hidden talents tending towards
charm and beauty —

Mullens will cut it for you.

Lehman will set it.

With old clothes, Harper redesigns 'em.

Causing endless numbers of strained necks and popped
eyes, Yokel's luscious marine lands. And that situation seems
to be well in hand. Darn! We were looking for something
just like that handsome specimen ourselves.
NOVEMBER • 1944

Poet's Corner

ONLY THEN . . .

If I possessed the heav'nly power
To make a bush burst into flower
In the midst of winter time
In a cold and barren clime;

Had I the power to tear a star

From out the sky where God hath placed it,

And in some way its beauty mar

So its light would e'er be wasted;

If, to the rainbow God hath made,
I could add a newer shade
Of color, more unique and rare
Than any tint already there;

Were I strong enough to change the flower,
The star, and e'en the rainbow's hue,
Only then would I have the power
To make myself stop loving you.

— Peggy Johnston.

PLEASE NOW - - -

Some bestowed with talents are,
Yet never deign to use them.

While others share the mite they have,
With efforts to suffuse them.

Yes, these two types, alas, exist,
(And pray, do not confuse them.)

Condemn the neither of the two —
The Tower Light could use them!

(HINT!)

Edda Torr.

CLUBS

A CLUB ASSEMBLY, UNDER THE CHAIRMAN-
ship of Betty Seitz, was held to introduce the clubs to
the new freshmen and to let the upper classmen know that
several have been revised and a new one formed. The as-
sembly was super. To start the program, the Glee Club, with
its newly added bass section and its greatly increased mem-
bership, offered several selections. As usual, they couldn't
have been better.

The president of the Men's Club introduced the other
officers (vice-president, secretary, treasurer) and the three
members — which, by the way, adds up to seven, and I
thought we were only blessed with four men. It's all too deep
for me — a problem for Mr. Moser.

Members of the Association for Childhood Education dis-
tributed pamphlets introducing the officers and explaining the
purpose of the A.C.E.

Did you hear the good news about the Little Theater
Group? While the club members were putting on a little
skit for us, Maxwell Andersen and Eugene O'Neill arrived.
They really found the talent, too — Kay Koenig has a flare
for acting the part of the modern Romeo; Betty Dunn makes
the perfect costumer. Well, everyone was so good Andersen
and O'Neill couldn't decide which one they'd use in their
next plays — so they didn't.

The Natural History Group informs us that Nature Has
Glamour. Since we're all very much interested in Glamour,
don't be surprised, NHG, if the whole school turns out for
your next hike. Who knows? We may learn something!

Which is the club that helps us send our letters to the ones
by selling postage stamps? Which is the club that feeds our
tummies by having a candy room in the dorm ? Which is the
club that feeds our minds by having Vespers and Chapel?
The Student Christian Association, of course.

The upper classmen know and the freshmen will know
soon how much fun the conventions of the I.R.C. are. There
is one coming up soon — to be held in Pennsylvania. All
members of the I.R.C. are invited to attend.

The Art Club extended an invitation to all the students to
come and make Christmas gifts. The club meets on Wed-
nesday and Thursday afternoons.

Our Men's Club, the Swing Orchestra, really made a hit
with the student body, and no wonder. Everyone wants to
hear more of that "Sunny Side of the Street" music — a
whole lot more. How about it? ? ?
6

Our War With Japan

THE SIXTH WAR LOAN MARKS A NEW TURN
in the war, both on the fighting and the home fronts.
It points out tremendous war effort definitely in the direc-
tion of the Pacific. During the first five war loans Americans
were primarily thinking in terms of beating Hitler.

Now our Government asks us for a loan of 14 billion more
dollars, of which five billion dollars must come from indi-
viduals. Why? Haven't we nearly finished off our so-called
Number 1 Enemy? Can Japan hold up our powerful war
machine very long? Your son, brother and friend in his
Pacific foxhole wouldn't raise such questions because they
are up against realities, not day dreams. They kill or are
killed. They pray every waking moment for a sky-darkening
cover of friendly planes. They thank America for giving
them the finest medical care in the world when their rendez-
vous with destiny in a Pacific jungle is at hand. They know
that the war with the Japs is just beginning.

Here are some other Pacific realities so that you will under-
stand why there must be a SIXTH WAR LOAN and
why it is absolutely necessary that it be a complete success:

The Allied Military Command has estimated that it will
take years, not months, to lick Japan.

Japan's present army numbers about 4,000,000, with
2,000,000 more men available and fit for military service who
haven't been called up to date. Another 1,500,000 between
the ages of 17 and 20, are not yet subject to the draft.

The Jap air force is growing.

In addition to millions of native workers, Japan has a
potential slave force of 400,000,000 conquered people. Fifty
percent of Japan's labor force is made up of women. Another
twenty-five percent boys and girls under 20, the balance men.
The Jap workday is twelve to sixteen hours with two days
off a month. The Jap cannot leave his job, change it, or
strike. The highest daily wage equals about three American
dollars — 30% to 75% of which goes to taxes and compul-
sory savings.

The Jap, as our men in the Pacific know, will fight to the
death. As far as the Jap is concerned, the outer Empire —
and the men who defend it — are the expendables. The Jap
will fight the battle from inside the inner Empire.

The Jap believes that we shall weary of war too easily and
too early.

In the invasion of France, supply ships had an overnight
run to make. In the coming Battle of Japan, ships in the
Pacific will have long-reached round trips that often take five
months to make.

These realities are worth thinking about before you keep
your home front rendezvous with a Victory Volunteer. Per-
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Stage-Door Johnnies

THE SUBJECT OF THE THEATER IS, FOR ME, A
fascinating topic. Many persons have attempted to write
about the theater, but only a few have been able to make
me 'breathe the atmosphere" of the life that exists behind
the curtain — both before and after the play. I believe that
one must "feel" for himself the experience of being back-
stage in a large theater after an important performance.

May I take you on a tour of a theater after the perform-
ance has ended, beginning with the stage-door entrance?
After the uncomfortable heat of the day, the cool, shadowy
corridor is a welcome relief. The "No Admittance" sign on
the door makes us hesitate for just an instant, but, "nothing
ventured, nothing gained," so now the door is behind, and
a long catwalk is before us. At first, everyone in sight seems
to be hurrying, hustling, for even though another perform-
ance is scheduled for tonight, the play is over for the after-
noon; the curtain has gone down for the last time. Now
comes the opportunity to relax aching throat muscles and hot
bodies — to remove some of the heavier makeup.

One of the first persons we see is the busy wardrobe mis-
tress, with a mouthful of pins and an armload of rustling
costumes. We have been conscious, from the first moment, of
an odor of mustiness and dust, joining the dampness of the
immense place. From the dressing rooms come pleasant
smells of powder and grease paint, mingled with those of
shaving lotion and cleansing cream. The constant hum of busy
people helps create an atmosphere of infectious excitement.
A flight of white cement steps with an iron guardrail leads
from the catwalk to the stage and larger dressing rooms
below. Our way is lighted by a glaring, unshaded electric-
light bulb. As we descend, the hub-bub is increased by the
banging of hammers and the noisy moving of scenery by
shouting workmen. As we reach the lower floor, we see a
large desk and a call-board, smattered generously with mis-
cellaneous information. Performers and stage hands contin-
ually run upstairs and downstairs, slamming doors and call-
ing to each other. Unwieldy scenery, realistically grotesque,
makes us feel quite small when we find these tremendously
tall props and backdrops "skyscraping" over us.

And now the stage itself — in appearance, a platform of
bare, worn wooden boards — but no mere boards inspire
such overwhelming awe, as we look out over the vast empty
theater, now void of human presence — gaping balconies
and boxes; row on row of empty leather seats, the leather
catching a gleam of light, now here, now there, in the dusky
purple shadows. Our awe is somewhat relieved, however,

by the fact that many people have recently occupied these
seats. The foodights stare up from the front of the stage
with dimmed, unseeing eyes, the acrid smell of their powerful
heat still permeates the air. Occasionally, whiffs of grease
come to us from the rope pulleys attached to the curtain.

And now, a somewhat nervous feeling of anticipation as
we wait to speak with the actors! First one, then another,
strolls out of the dressing rooms, the leading lady usually
making her appearance last — to discourage her over-enthu-
siastic autograph hunters, no doubt! When one finds out that
Mr. "Whoozis" — that famous actor — wears glasses to sign
his name on proffered programs; or that Miss "What's-Her-
Name" — that famous actress — had a run in her stocking,
keen pleasure comes with the realization that fine perform-
ers are friendly, normal human beings off-stage.

— Eileen Lynch.

THIS SPACE RESERVED FOR THE ARTICLE
THAT NEVER CAME.

(YOUR CONTRIBUTION COULD HAVE
BEEN HERE, YOU KNOW.)

CAN

NOVEMBER

1944

6 th Wan loan. QacU

DATES — November 20 through December 16.

GOAL — Fourten Billion Dollars, of which Five
Billion Dollars is to be raised by individuals.

INDIVIDUAL GOAL — At least one extra $100
Bond.

GERMANY'S DEFEAT MEANS THE END OF
only the first phase of the war. The last, and more
expensive, is ahead — the gigantic campaign needed for the
defeat of Japan.

Military and naval authorities recently made the grim
statement that it will take at least a year and a hallf to
defeat Japan after Germany is beaten and this will only be
accomplished if we put every bit of American strength be-
hind the effort. The cost of a full size war must be borne
until the treacherous, brutal enemy who attacked us at Pearl
Harbor is completely knocked out.

The European war is expensive, but almost everything in
the Pacific war will cost more.

Freight transportation costs alone will be 25 percent more
to the Pacific than to France. In addition, it takes twice as
many cargo ships in the Pacific to support a task force of a
given size (due to the tremendous distances.

More equipment of nearly all kinds will also be needed —
more B-29 Super Fortresses at $600,000 each, more P-47
Thunderbolts that cost $50,000 each, more M-4 tanks with
bulldozer blades that cost $67,417 each, more amphibious
tanks, more aircraft carriers, more supply ships, more gaso-
line and oil than it took for the invasion of Europe.

We will need more battalion aid stations, more clearing
stations, more evacuation hospitals, more convalescent hos-
pitals, more hospital ships.

For many years sick, wounded, and otherwise disabled
veterans will require medical care and attention as well.
That's the least America can do for them in appreciation of
what they have done for her.

America also still has an Army and Navy of between 11,-
000,000 and 12,000,000 men and women to maintain, house,
clothe, and transport. Millions of dollars, too, will be required
for mustering out pay and for various benefits and services to
get the boys started in civilian life.
8

These are some of the reasons why the Government will
continue to need so much money even after the collapse of
Germany. They are also the reasons why patriotic Americans
will want to invest heavily in War Bonds during the Sixth
War Loan.

The purchase of War Bonds as a bulwark against danger-
ous inflation should be emphasized.

If America is to win the peace as well as the war the
cost of living must be kept down and the purchasing power
of money preserved.

Putting every penny over rock bottom expenses into the
purchase of War Bonds will help to prevent inflation, with
its consequent deflation bringing unemployment, bread-
lines and bankruptcy.

The average citizen can't afford NOT to buy War Bonds,
because

They are his means of helping to win the war.

They are his contribution to prevent inflation.

They are the safest investment in America today.

They bring an excellent interest return.

They mean future security for himself and his family.

They insure him additional post-war purchasing power.

"Our Country Is Still at War — Are You?"

Our War With Japan— {Continued from page 6)

haps you will feel that the National Personal Sixth War Loan
objective — purchase of at least one extra $100 War Bond — -
is entirely too small for you. The better we face the realities
confronting our forces in the Pacific the quicker the whole
bloody business will be over and the sooner we will welcome
home our fighting men. That's an American reality to work
for with all our dollars and our sweat!

ANOTHER FACT —

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what YOU write. Oh, sure, the EDITOR still loves the
Tower Light but she (and rumored others) is tired of her
style of writing. How about some really fine contributions
for the NEXT issue?

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Volume XVIII, No. 12

December, 1944

"Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good
will toward men." — Luke 2:14

CHRISTMAS— OUR FOURTH YEAR OF WAR
— and seemingly no room for peace, little enact-
ment of good will. Frivolity would seem factitious
when our G.I. personnel are facing death and injury
on battle-fronts all over the globe. No, there won't
be elaborate celebrations on battle fields this Christ-
mas but this holy time does offer one bond that per-
haps no other thing or occurrence can offer — the
remembrance of the humble nativity of Christ and
the hope that lies in this wondrous event. There will
be joy at least for this everlasting covenant, shared
universally by those who follow the Greatest Teacher.
Christmas — home ties broken, some temporarily,
some forever — but all over the world tonight our boys
and girls, our men and women are making an even
greater effort to remember and cherish the thoughts
of Christmases at home. " Merry Christmas," " Loads
DECEMBER • 1944

of Yuletide Best Wishes" the Christmas cards from
that hot, sticky, confining and so remote southwest
Pacific isle say. "Merry Christmas?" "Yuletide
Best Wishes?" These words are not just habit-
formed — they are a promise for the future. These
words are of even greater significance today than ever
before.

Christmas — caroling, trimmed and tinseled trees,
exchanging gifts, holly wreathes, evergreen sprays,
crunchy cookies — this year? Yes, we're keeping up
the old traditions, even though the tenor and bass
sections are sadly depleted, even though trees and
trimmings are difficult to obtain, even though there
is only a limited selection of gifts, even though the
whole family won't be home to share in the holiday
activities. Those kids of our generation who are out
in a muddy trench or in a desert fox-hole find consola-
tion and pride in the thought that these things which
we continue in their absence will be here when they
get back. It's our duty and privilege to carry on with
these traditions.

Christmas — 1944 — a lot different from a peace-
time Christmas, nevertheless, Christmas. In years
to come, when World War II will be just a portion of
some thick, heavy, cumbersome history book, the
Spirit of Christmas will be as dynamic and as sound
at it is today and has been through the ages. With
this in mind and heart, we can give a toast to the
future with these words of the past: "Glory to God in
the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward
men."

A Christinas Prayer

Our Father in Heaven, we thank Thee for the re-
turn of the Christmas season, freighted with golden
memories of hallowed associations and relationships.
We thank Thee for the tender sentiments, the generous
impulses, the altruistic responses that come easily to
the very surface of our hearts and send us on our
happy road of service in Thy name. We thank Thee
for every heart made lighter, for every burden eased,
for every path made smoother, for the happiness
brought to little children, for ministries extended to
the forgotten, for the ennobling spirit of brotherhood
abroad in the land. We thank Thee for these benefits
of Christmas.

May the message of Peace and Brotherhood that
first found human lodgment in the hearts of Judea's
simple sheperds fill our hearts at the season, and may
it become so ingraved therein that its spirit will re-
main throughout the trials and tribulations and
triumphs of the coming year — Amen.

Marclle Isabelle
1

CAMPUS CHATTER

1\ST MONTH MARKED ANOTHER GREAT
1 success to be recorded in the annals of the S.G.A.
According to general concensus of opinion, the
Autumn Dance (plus the Melodiers) was one of the
most colorful in years. Certainly the beautiful hues
of a Maryland Fall well duplicated in the decorations
of leaves, plaid wool blankets and a glowing fireplace
set the mood for the evening. Everyone had a splendid
time, especially the servicemen (our guests of the
evening) who, needless to say, were overwhelmed by
the charm and beauty of Maryland's prospective
teachers. PLUG! We're all looking forward to the
next social on the calendar and may it be SOON !

ALUMNAE, MEN AND WOMEN, CIVILIAN
- and military visited us this month. Especially
prominent were Lee McCardle, Ned Logan, and Ted
Katenkamp, who tripped the light fantastic at the
S.G.A. dance. It means so very much to all of us to
welcome all of them back to S.T.C. We at home
think of you often and are living in the hope that
you'll be back en masse soon again.

NOVEMBER ALSO BROUGHT THE ADVENT
of Thanksgiving to our doors, a time of feasting,
celebration and FREEDOM from school. The oc-
casion in the dorm was gala — a formal holiday dinner
with all the trimmings. A plenteous harvest this year
brought pumpkin pie, cranberries and turkey for
man}' of us, but did we stop to think what Thanks-
giving 1944 really meant to us? The Thanksgiving of
turkey and dressing is of little importance this year.
It is rather a day when we shall remember that God
is providing and will continue to provide for our
needs. Let us continue to give thanks for American
skies unclouded by Axis bombers and a land that is
FREE!

ELECTION DAY WAS NOV. 7th, WHEN A
hot and heavy time was had all over the United
States. But, boy oh boy, our college certainly repre-
sented a slice of American life that day. Campaign
posters, pictures, and banners had been conspicuous
for several days in halls and classrooms, but the
campaign election assembly climaxed our national
spirit. Staunch supporters of Roosevelt and Dewy
gave vigorous speeches for their favorite candidate
for the presidency, and master-pieces of oratory they
were too. Then, with all electioneering forbidden,
we voted by mock ballot for the future president —
our vote was a miniature of the country's.
2

Roosevelt won by only a slight margin, the man
who we now accept as the choice of the country. But
S.T.C. was right in there pitching; who knows, maybe
one of our members will be running for a government
office someday!
(Editor's note: — Are you trying to evade WATSON?)

THIS FALL HAS BROUGHT SOME REVOLU-
tionary changes to our school through the Student
Government Association. The most outstanding of
all was the separation of the Athletic Association and
the Scheduled Gym Classes, and the rudimentary
introduction of a Point System on College and Citi-
zen achievements.

YUMM! THERE'S NOTHING LIKE A
roasted hot dog sizzling on a stick, held by some
of our fellow students down in the Glen, especially in
the late twilight and early night hours. Potato chips,
hot baked beans, pickles, apples, cocoa, and sticky
buns make the picture complete — a tableau of the
several weinie roasts held in the Glen this fall. Dur-
ing one, a group of day students stayed overnight,
bunking with their dorm-sisters on the sleeping porch.
Brother! Was that place cold, — but wrapped in flan-
nel pajamas, robes, and blankets a foot thick, we sur-
vivied ; and loved it. At least we can still tell the tale.

THEATRE GOERS IN BALTIMORE HAVE
had a great treat for the past several weeks. One
week the Gilbert and Sullivan Opera Company pre-
sented "The Mikado," "Pirates of Penzance," "Trial
by Jury," "Pinafore," "Iolanthe," and "The Gondo-
liers."

Paul Osborn's dramatic production of John Her-
shey's best selling novel, "A Bell for Adano," set out
upon a brilliant career before reaching our city, and
was here acclaimed widely. Many of us read the
novel this summer, the story of an American major
in charge of the rehabilitation of a captured Italian
town.

Also Anton Chekhov's popular classic, "The
Cherry Orchard" was as delightful as ever in it's
season here.

CHRISTMAS IS IN THE AIR! ALL THE
store windows downtown are foretelling the gay
holiday season for us.

Here at school we're looking ahead to a great
Christmas program and a time-honored celebration
on our campus, carol singing. It's just around the
corner, so . . .

iflerrp Cftrtetmas ! ! !

THE TOWER LIGHT

G.I. COLUMN

MENS CLUB

Resolution for John Hackman

WHEREAS, JOHN HACKMAN, DURING HIS
enrollment in this college attained a position of
especial prominence and respect,

Whereas, his standards of scholarship and his rela-
tions with fellow students were in keeping with
those which this college deems desirable, be it

Resolved : That as a student body we shall endeavor
to perpetuate the principles so highly prized by him
and be it further

Resolved : That this resolution shall become a part of
the permanent annals of the Student Government
Association of the State Teachers College at Tow-
son.

(Signed)

The Student Government
Association of the State
Teachers College at Towson
November 14, 1944

THE SWING QUARTET IS RAPIDLY TAKING
on wider proportions and may soon develop into
a full orchestra. Barbara Harper has brought her
skill as a pianist and her witty arrangements to the
fore. Evelyn Pearl and her violin and Arlene Thomas
with her clarinet have come out of hiding. Don has
added a cymbal to the battery, while "Professor"
Kiser has supplemented his mouthpiece for a real,
genuine "Harry James" mouthpiece for the trumpet.
This he acquired with six "Wheatie" box-tops and
two bits. Sax-tooter Merril furnishes his big time
arrangements to our rising "little-time" band.

Now in practice is Stardust, with a snappy piano
solo, Tiger Rag for the hep-cats, and Till Then for the
smoothies.

Auditions will soon be in order for a soloist and then
the whole shin-dig will head for the foyer of Newell
Hall where they hope to entertain several lunch hours
a week.

(Sounds good, doesn't it!? E.M.)

Christmas Greetings

AT THIS SEASON OF THE REMEMBRANCE
i- of friends, we wish to extend greetings to our
G.I.'s. Even a global war cannot extinguish the light
of the Christmas spirit. Many G.I.'s will be far from
home this Christmas, but we all know that they will
not be far from the hearts of those at home. Let's
make this Christmas joyful with thoughts and plans
for the many Merry Christmases to come.

Visitors

CORPORAL RUTH ROSEN, MCWR— CLASS
of '40 — flew up from Paris Island, South Carolina
in a Martin Bomber. We were glad to have her share
in the excitement of our mock election. We hope
that you'll be visiting us soon again, Ruth.

Lieutenant (j.g.) Harold R. Manakee — '27 — visited
us while on a thirty day leave. He has just returned
from eighteen months service in the Mediterranean
area. He sends "best wishes to all school grads in the
services."
DECEMBER 1944

Who's Who!

OUR COLLEGE IS ONE OF THE ACCRED-
ited institutions of a group of over 600 American
universities and colleges which selects students each
year. These students are selected by an unprejudiced
committee which bases its decision on a point system,
to appear in "Who's Who Among Students in Ameri-
can Universities and Colleges." The purpose of Who's
Who is to serve as an incentive to students to get the
most out of their college careers; as a means of com-
pensation to students for what they have already
done; as a recommendation to the business world;
and as a standard of measurement for students. We
should be proud of our girls who made the grade. The
1944-45 issue will include the biographies of the follow-
ing:

Mary Baumgartner
Emma W. Stansbury
Patricia Waddy
Norma Bretall
Mary" Ellen Perrin
Betty Seitz

Will you be chosen next year? It is an honor for
which to work.

Lucy Goldsmith
Barbara Whitehurst
Mary Carroll
Helen Martin
Bernice Knell
Ann Landis

A COUNTRY CHRISTMAS

A small scared voice came thinly over the line — a
voice I recognized as belonging to seven-year-old Ben
Dawson. He was half crying.

"Mommy's so still — she won't wake up. I know
she's awful sick, 'cause she kept her hand to her side
and kept moaning and tellin' me to call somebody
quick."

"All right, Ben — we'll come right away! Keep your
4

mother covered up, and we'll get a doctor and get
there as soon as we can."

"That's Irm crying," said Ben, trying to muster up
a last shred of courage.

"I'll see about her later. Right now we're got to
look after your mother. Go get some kindling wood
from the shed and bring it in here. Don't get it wet."

THE TOWER LIGHT

"How about trimming the tree? Your mother
would like to see it all finished before the doctor gets
here, I'm sure."

All night, Ev and I took turns watching Mrs. Daw-
I son. Though tired, we were relieved and happy in
! the knowledge that it would not be too sad a Christ-
mas, after all.

By morning, Mrs. Dawson was completely out of
i danger. The doctor brought her more good news in a
I letter he had picked up at the general store, giving her
I word of Mr. Dawson's safe arrival overseas.
! DECEMBER • 1944

As Ben and Irma put it, when they opened their
gifts, "Gosh, we're pretty lucky after all. Santa took
care of just everything!"

"Yes, he did," I assured them. "And don't forget
that God helped us all, and that He will always help
us all!"

Eileen Lynch

Clubs

Professional Page

Strictly Feminine-

DID STUDENT TEACHING REALLY HELP ME?

The following article was published in the Teacher-
Education Journal of September 1944. The author,
Miss Edith Weaver, graduated from the college in
August.

FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY CONSCIOUS
experience, I was confronted in my student teach-
ing with circumstances where growth was the inevita-
ble course, where static permanence was impossible
because it rendered me unable to meet the demands
of the situation.

This was a forcing situation — one that stimulated
highly, that brought into play many faculties, but
rewarding out of all proportion to the effort it necessi-
tated. (Such experiences could never comprise all
life: they are so stimulating that no human being
could continually give forth the necessary response.)

This was not a perfect experience, one which wholly
satisfied. Somerset Maugham says that he is bored
with perfectly beautiful objects: perfection achieved
is so satisfying that one can find no incentive for
further experience. The imperfections, the lack of
advantage in my situation, will incite me to further
experience satisfying my unfilled needs.

My practice center was not a Utopia. There were
drawbacks. I taught in an unreal situation, with
close supervision. The burden of writing detailed
lesson plans was unconducive to a well-balanced
schedule of living. The adult personalities I en-
countered served as poor guides in a few instances,
because of erroneous judgement and subjective criti-
cism. A somewhat distorted picture of reality was
presented to me because of the limitations of the
situations and my natural tendency to rely heavily on
my very limited experiences.

Said Paul, "A great door and effectual is opened
unto me and (not "but") there are many adversaries."
Perhaps there must be adversaries and obstacles —
deterrent factors in any complex life situation. Surely
it is in the stimulating experiences of meeting and
overcoming difficulties that great growth occurs.

Student teaching then, because of its opportunity
for intensive growth, is certainly to be considered one
of a teacher's most significant experiences.

Edith Weaver

Now that you have read one opinion on the subject
of Student Teaching — what about yours? Leave
your letters giving your opinion in the Tower Light
office. They will be printed next month.
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EXPERIENCE IS THE BEST TEACHER, SO
Margaret Heinlien, Dorthea Chenworth and
Doris Crane think. Every night at bed time if you
see some curious creatures hopping in through your
doorway, don't be alarmed. It's only those dignified
teacher cadets playing leap frog to teach their little
darling children.

P.S. Also to keep down those extra inches.
If you think studying is all that goes on in the north
wing just creep down some night to any of the rooms.
This is what the chattering is all about:
1-Doris Crane and her glamorous Ray.
2-Bernie and her embraceable Al.
3-Gloria Long and her argumentative marine and

the dangling baby shoes.
4-Betsy Fuller and her tall, dark and handsome

farm boy and her romantic trip to Georgia.
5-Kathy Smith and her irrepressible Jimmy

Bracken.
6-Ilio Leonard and her eye-catching doughboy.
Things sure have been buzzin'. Saturday, Novem-
ber 10th found the members of the KKK dining at
the Belvedere. Students and ex-students, and some
married, formed the party. Lots of food but mostly
gab. This organization was formed last November,
1943, of a group of dormitory girls who resolved to
meet together at least once a year just for the chance
to see each other again.

Thursday, November 16th, forty of the dorm girls
threw a surprise party for the eight dorm seniors who
are going away. Yes, it was a going-away party and
it really was a surprise this time (generally they
aren't). Though a sad note prevailed, we had a gay
time watching dignified seniors roll marbles across the
floor with their noses and phone the morgue (or
so they thought). After "We're Sorry You're Going
Away," "Aloha Oe" and "Alma Mater" were sung,
their tears flowed like wine and the party ended as
the girls waded back to their rooms. We sure are go-
ing to miss them.

Merry Christmas from the staff

To faculty and students too
Best wishes for the New Year

And here's our wish for you:
May all your wishes be granted.

May all your days be bright.
Our biggest wish of all is this —

Remember the TOWER LIGHT.

THE TOWER LIGHT

BOOKS FOR CHRISTMAS

BOOKS FOR CHILDREN

THE TALL BOOK OF NURSERY TALES, by
Feodor Rojankovsky. (Harper, $1.00.)

A collection of twenty-four nursery tales, with
may illustrations that are gay in color and full of
action.

SMALL RAIN, Chosen by Elizabeth Orton Jones.
(Viking, $2.00.)
Verses from the Bible illustrated with pictures of
everyday American children.

THE FIRST CHRISTMAS CRIB, by Katherine
Milhous. (Scribner, $1.25).
The story of how Saint Francis of Assisi made the
first creche in the church of the village of Greccio.

RABBIT HILL, by Robert Lawson. (Viking, $2.00.)
New folks coming to live in the "Big House" on
the hill cause great excitement among the animals
who live there.

THE HUNDRED DRESSES, by Eleanor Estes.
(Harcourt, $2.50.)
Wanda Petronski lived on Boggins Heights, had
a funny name, and wore one faded blue dress
every day. She was never accepted as a member
of the class in Room 13. Peggy and Maddie had
no intention of being cruel, but then they did not
know the truth about the hundred dresses. This
is a juvenile book with significance for teachers.

PANDORA, by Clare Turlay Newberry. (Harper,
$1.75.)

The experiences of Pandora, a gray Persian, in-
clude being locked in the bathroom and getting
accidently shut into a bureau drawer. Those
who have read " Marshmallow" know the charm
of Clare Newberry's pictures.

MOTHER GOOSE, illustrated by Tasha Tudor.
(Oxford, $2.00.)
A beautifully illustrated collection of the nursery
rhymes, with pictures in soft colors or gray, hav-
ing both charm and reality.

WHOSE LITTLE BIRD AM I? by Leonard Weis-
gard. (Crowell, $1.00.)

From the first page on a baby bird tries to dis-
cover to whom he belongs. Fifteen motherbirds
refuse to accept him before his own mother ap-
pears on the last page — all with soft gray illus-
trations.

LIN TANG AND THE LUCKY CRICKET, by
Kay Stafford. (McGraw-Hill, $2.00.)

About a little Chinese boy who findsa singing cricket
which brings him luck. Many large pictures.

MERRY CHRISTMAS, illustrated by Natasha
Simkhovitch. (Knopf, $1.50.)

From 1943, a collection of stories, poems, and
carols, with gay illustrations.

BOOKS FOR ADULTS

ANNA AND THE KING OF SI AM, by Margaret
Landon. (John Day, $3.75.)

Narrative of the five years spent by a young
Welsh widow as teacher and secretary to the King
at the Siamese court.

LOOK AT THE WORLD, by Richard E. Harrison.
(Knopf, $3.50.)

New perspectives on geography in the "Fortune
atlas for world strategy."

MEDITERRANEAN SPOTLIGHT, by Attilio
Gatti. (Scribner, $2.50.)

Today and the past in Crete, Greece, Turkey,
North Africa, and other countries of the Medi-
terranean. Excellent photographs.

MEN OF POPULAR MUSIC, by David Ewen.
(Ziff-Davis, $2.75.)

George Gershwin, Duke Ellington, Raymond
Scott and others in the story of our popular
music.

PEOPLE ON OUR SIDE, by Edgar Snow. (Random
House, $3.50.)

People in Russia, China, and India under the
pressure of war.

RIVERS OF THE EASTERN SHORE, by Hulbert
Footner. (Farrar & Rinehart, $2.50.)

With illustrations by Aaron Sopher, an account
of the history and traditions of a famous part of
Maryland.

THIRTEEN AGAINST THE ODDS, by Edwin R.
Embree. (Viking, $2.75.)

Negroes who are outstanding Americans.

USSR, by Walter Duranty. ' (Lippincott, $3.00.)
A popular, modern history of Soviet Russia.

WE STOOD ALONE, by Dorothy Adams. (Long-
mans, Green.)

Personal story of a Boston girl, a Goucher College
alumna, who married a Polish patriot.

DECEMBER

1944

WEBSTER'S BIOGRAPHICAL DICTIONARY.
(1943, Merriam, $6.50.)
A fascinating as well as useful dictionary listing
approximately 40,000 contemporary and histo-
rical names, with concise biographies and pro-
nunciation.

WOODROW WILSON, by Geralds W. Johnson.
(Harper, $2.00.)
A record, chiefly pictorial, of President Wilson's
life.
EVERYBODY'S POLITICAL WHAT'S WHAT, by
Bernard Shaw. (Dodd Mead, $3.00.)

Shaw's reflective look at humanity and human
institutions and his program for a better world.

HOW NEW WILL THE BETTER WORLD BE?
by Carl L. Becker. (Knopf, $2.50.)

An American professor's clarifying discussion of
eight leading questions.

A GREAT TIME TO BE ALIVE, by Harry Emerson
Fosdick. (Harper, $2.00.)

Counsel and inspiration from a wise writer.

"Give Thanks Unto the Lord"

w nHHANKSGIVING, THAT'S A LAUGH. WHAT

J- have I to be thankful for. Stuck here in a bed,
maybe no one even remembering I'm still alive."

Maybe you think I heard the men at Walter Reed
and Forest Glen talking like this when I asked them
about their Thanksgiving. But you're wrong. The
biggest complaint I heard from them was that they
had the dark meat of the turkey when they wanted
the white meat, or that it wasn't fixed the way Mom
always did it. And these men had a lot to complain
about, too. But they are men, too brave to complain,
too thankful to complain.

One of the soldiers, from Brooklyn, was telling me
how lucky he considered himself when he looked
around the ward at the other patients. And he had
lost a leg! That would be hard for most of us to take,
especially if we had been a star football player before
"going over." But Si proved to me that there is al-
ways someone who is worse off than you. When he
feels low, he puts one arm behind his back and tries to
do everything with one hand, as his pal next to him
will have to do for the rest of his life. Then Si thanks
God he lost a leg instead of an arm.

Pop was another man in the hospital who made me
think. He lost his leg in Italy. A tall, strapping man
about 6'3", with two sons in the service; a regular.
He laughed and said, "Oh I was tall in my day, but
without my right leg I'm only half as tall." To show
8

the spirit of these, our heroes, let me tell you what
happened to Pop several weeks ago. He was getting
along well on this crutches, and was as energetic a
ever. There was a crowd at the elevator so he de-
cided to walk down and give his place to someone
who couldn't manage his crutches as well. Pop
started to walk down the steps. The crutch slipped
and he fell and broke a rib. But Pop laughs at it now.
He says he feels pretty good because he was able to
beat the elevator down. It takes a lot of courage to
look at life with Pop's philosophy.

Let me tell you about another patient I saw on
Thanksgiving day — an army nurse, wounded in
England during a robot bomb raid. She shared the
same fate as the soldiers she was serving. Lost a leg
and had a beautiful face disfigured forever, made pre-
sentable only by the help of plastic surgery. One of
the men was kidding her about her lovely sister and
made a remark about Dottie's face. Dottie smiled
and said, "Can't help if the Lord made my mug ugly,
but its what's behind it, and in your heart, that
counts." And she really believes this, making a dis-
figurement insignificant because of her inward beauty.

One of the most courageous men I saw had lost both
of his arms; amputated above the elbow. He is one
of the most clever and admirable men I have ever
met. With spirit undaunted, he said he lives a better,
more useful life now than ever before. He knows
what it means to have people look at you with pity
and wait on you hand and foot for your every need.
He did know, once. But now he is completely inde-
pendent, does not have to be fed or dressed or amused.
Believe it or not he is a champ on a sand lot baseball
team and can bat as well as any of the team now. His
accomplishments are amazing!

Although he lost his arms, he never lost faith. He
was determined to make his own way, not to be a
burden to others. When he was well enough, he had
an appliance with two contractable hooks for fingers
made for each stump. With great perserverance,
patience, and painful work, he learned to use his new
arms. He prides himself on being able to take a
cigarette from a pack and light it faster than anyone
else. Now he wishes to show his thankfulness that
he did not become a hopeless cripple. He is helping
other men and women in his condition to become self
sufficient and to go more courageously and with more
confidence into their future life. He is sharing his
Thanksgiving with others.

These are some of the thoughts and thanksgivings
of the men and women who have sacrificed so much
for us, that we might have a happy Thanksgiving
and Christmas, in a free land.

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Volume XII, No. 45

January, 1945

EV-itorial

I Q /I. ^ — Another new year — a clean slate —
time for resolutions, corrections, and
general improvements. I don't know why, but for me,
the new year always has such a refreshing, stimulating
feeling. Perhaps its the newness of the situation but
never-the-less, I'm glad that '45 is here!

With the beginning of another new year, even the
conservative old Tower Light has felt the touch of
change and revision. "Gasp not, oh weary readers,
for a respite cometh nigh" — thus saith the editor.

Our first change, and perhaps most obvious, to our
readers, is the layout for the cover. Our particular
thanks goes to Sylvia Rosen and Mrs. Brouwer for
JANUARY • 1945

the long hours, careful planning, and successful re-
sults. As a team we think that Sylvia and Mrs. Brouwer
can't be beaten. Thanks again, and I know the whole
student body is appreciative of your fine contribution.

Then too, there are changes on the inside of our
publication, and we hope you'll approve of them.
They were created through the suggestions of some of
the students for, we hope, the pleasure and informa-
tion of the whole student body.

We are now to have a Sports column, and our new
"columnist" for this write-up is none other than our
old athlete, Sue Callahan. We hope that you'll like
the sports news written up in the T.L. and we know
Sue is capable of her assignment.

On the lighter side we are presenting "Hokus
Pokus" by guess who? (and if you know, don't tell).
This is to be a combination column in which anything
can happen (and it probably will if I know H.P.)
You may bring your problems or latest jokes, which
ever is giving you the most trouble is preferable to
"Hokus Pokus" but the staff will not be responsible
for what the "Bug" says. (This includes our advisers
too, of course.)

The other columns will carry on in their usual man-
ner unless you, who read the Tower Light prefer to
illuminate them. I should mention that since Septem-
ber we have introduced the Challenge by Babs White-
hurst and Lou Goldsmith and have revived the Mens'
column now being handled by Norman Schneider and
Don Hammerman.

On the lighter side too we have inserted (and
hoped that you'd like them), some of the cartoons
from the nationally famous magazines. We thought
that they were good for our morale and only wished
that everyone had caught on in time for the joke to
be funny.

But, perhaps the most cheering change will come in
February when our new editor, Webby Sansbury will
take over the T.L. Give her the loyal support that you
have so kindly given me, and I know she'll do a fine
job in her new role.

Well, here is a toast to S.T.C. and to the T.L. too.
We hope that this year will find a better college, and
a better publication than we've had in '44. There's
always room for improvement, of that we're well
aware, but we need the helpful criticism that can
come only from these of you who are in a position to
know what the improvement is to be and when and
where it is to come.

Your contributions and selections arealwayswelcome
so drop them off at the T.L. office any time at all.

Yours for a happy and prosperous new year.

"Edda Tbrr"

-CAMPUS CHATTER-

MEN'S CLUB

THE NEW YEAR HAS MADE ITS ENTRANCE
amid loud rejoicing and somber thinking, as we
wonder what it will bring. Many of the student body
will return from practice-teaching, while others will
be temporarily leaving the college for their first
supervised attempts. We hope to see many new
faces at the beginning of the new term, frosh, with
original ideas, from high school. And we send out our
graduates to fill important teaching positions; sorry
to lose them, but glad that at least some of us are
helping in a critical situation. Yes, the new year is
here, to bring minor changes in our school life, but
what will happen all over the world?

nl I* J # "Circle f° ur > right about, courtesy to
•' "^* your neighbor and throw your partner
out." Yes, siree, chum, that Victory Barn Dance had
plenty of spirit, with everyone jumping around like
"turkeys in thestraw." The party couldn't have been
for a better cause and all who attended are looking
forward to another one as soon as possible. Curley
Bill was right up there to the minute with his yellow
bow tie, white wool socks and red plaid shirt, and
even his singing wasn't too bad. Large bow ribbons,
cotton shirts, sweaters, dungarees and plaid shirts
dominated the scene — a fine way to raise money for
Bonds. There is one word of regret; more of you
should have come, for only through complete co-
operation on all such activities can we make a real
success of our goal — a memorial swimming pool to
our boys and sooner.

CERTAIN INSTRUCTORS DON'T SEEM TO
realize it, but certain of their entire classes fell
in bed at 3, 4, and 5 o'clock in the morning one week,
working on units. Or how about the girls who had
no sleep at all for several days! We hope their diligent
labor was appreciated, for it was little short of slavery.
Here's to an "A" for everyone.

WHAT SCIENTIFIC PHENOMENA OC-
cured in the college last month that brought
such great focus of attention on the labs? Rats! Get
the boys to explain it to you, for nothing like that
has happened here for a long time.

HAVE YOU SEEN THE ORIGINAL DESIGNS
in certain envelopes addressed to Phyl Beshore?
Kinda clever, we think.

We wish we knew how Violet Caltrider keeps those
curls looking like she just stepped out of a beauty
shop. She claims she sets them on the bedpost every
night! By the way what is it about Violet that makes
her such a swell person to know?
2

UNDER MR. MINNEGAN'S APT COACHING,
and through the facilities of his milk farm, the
four male students of this institution are turning out
to be junior Atlas's. Twice weekly the victims at-
tend rigorous gym classes which are held in the special
torture chamber under the main gym. Here Coach
Minnegan puts them through their paces. A sample
gym class in the chamber is as follows:

1. Warm-up calesthenics — Yogi' Schneider's de-

light

2. Tension exercises — (Charles Atlas Special)

3. Grass drill — Cohen's Waterloo

4. Football — everyone makes a touchdown for good

old Smear Head Tech

5. Wrestling — (Killer Cohen gets the works)

6. Boxing — Dodging Don takes all comers

Highlights of the class are when Murdering Merrill
makes a touchdown for good old Smear Head Tech
and when Hefty Harry, Daredevil Don, and Nifty
Norman give Smearhead Cohen the duck rub in their
Jim Londas game.

Finally at the end of the hour our four heroes roll,
crawl, and are carried to the showers where they are
revived — then with biceps bulging they stide athletic-
ally from the gym.

At the Men's Room the specimens collapse and Dr.
Bulkley comes to the rescue with her medical kit and
Coach Minnegan. The kit consists of some little
green pills for Cohen, some pink tablets for Zemel, and
some little white ones for Norm. Hammerhead takes
one of each.

The coach then gives each his special "revoitalizer.'
He throws a locker over Hammer's head, ties knots in
Yogi's legs, powders Merrill's face with steel wool,
and Harry's dome receives a three-bounce special on
the granite squares. The M.D. then replies with
another pill each and three for Don; an ambulance
comes; the Atlas' four are taken to their next class.

Campus Chatter

FRESHMAN III TURNED PEA-GREEN WITH
envy when Betty Castle, Peggy Johnston and
Lyn Temple (Fr. IIIB) came back after the week-end
of December second, with tales of a thrilling Army-
Navy game (even if their team did lose) and the
wonderful Navy Hop that night at Annapolis.

THE TOWER LIGHT

G.I. COLUMN

Report from Europe:

IN A RECENT LETTER LT. LUTHER COX
(AAF) of the class of '40 asks for news of S.T.C.
He is anxious to work out in the new gym. Right now
he is keeping himself in good shape by running and
playing soft ball. Lou has been a prisoner of war in
Germany for approximately two years.

Lt. Jerome Kolker — '40 — is with the Second
Armored Division somewhere in Germany. Jerry is
seeing a lot of action.

With the 329th in Germany is Lt. Dallas Smith, a
former member of the class of '35.

Captain Arthur Bennett — class of '39 — landed
with one of the early groups in the invasion of France.
His last letter was written in a foxhole in Germany.

Proudly We Hail:

Staff Sergeant Donald Martin — '43 — is an aerial
gunner with the Eighth Air Force somewhere in
England. Don is a member of "Bragger's Grocery
Run," a group commanded by Colonel Bragger. This
group called a temporary halt to bombing the enemy
and took food supplies to the people of France. It was
the first time the American group had landed on
French soil, and lines of friendly citizens were out to
greet the planes. Not long before, these same Libera-
tors had dropped bombs on this airfield in Central
France which was at that time in the hands of Ger-
many. Don has completed twenty missions over Ger-
man occupied Europe. He has been awarded the Air
Medal and the Oak Leaf Cluster.

The Purple Heart has been awarded to Pfc. Henry
Jansen of the class of '29. Henry is in a hospital in
Italy. He was wounded by a fragment of a German
mortar bomb; however the wound will not have per-
manent ill effects.

Lt.-Col. Robert Hambury — '31 — has through his
efficiency and outstanding service won the high rank
of Colonel. He is the highest ranking officer in the
S.T.C. alumni group. Congratulations Lt.-Col.
Hambury.

On November 1st, Raymond Dugan — class of '34 —
was promoted to the rank of Lt.-Commander in the
Navy. He has been placed in charge of Camp Oak in
Ojai, California.

Visitors:

A recent visitor to the college was Cpl. Edward L.
Cashman, a former member of the class of '46. Leroy
JANUARY • 194S

is stationed at Fort F. E. Warren, Wyoming, among
"the wild wooly cowboys."

Lt. R. J. Williamson — '42 — recently visited home
on a ten day leave. He says, "Finished sweating out
Louisiana, now Oklahoma. I can see no similarity
between the state and Broadway's opinion. All
training is finished, and I am all ready to get into the
game."

Back in Baltimore for a few days, Sgt. Milton I.
Baer (AAF) — of the class of '40 — paid us a visit. He
has spent two and a half years in the Mid-west and
will return to Kansas; however, he expects to be on
the move soon.

Poet's Corner

DIARY OF AMERICA

Today have I gone across the swelling, raging sea
And seen the mocking smile of those who hate
The helpless, weak, and old
And those who will not fight for power, gold, and love

of battle.
Today have I seen the smoking ruins of a city
That in its time became a great and glorious home
Of those who loved democracy and died for it
That ruthless heels of conquerors shall not step upon

its soil.
Today have I seen the glistening of the planes
Against the azure of the cloudless sky and heard their

roar
Above the cities' deafening din
And I heard the shrieking, wailing sirens that warned

warned of danger from the gleaming sky.
And I have seen the grim, black bombs of death,
Hurtle, screaming groundward without mercy
Leaving utter desolation and destruction in their

wake
While the woeful cries of helpless babes gave fuel and

energy to those who killed.
Today have I seen upon the tossing black fury of the

boundless ocean
An invisible missle of death slip through the heaving

waters
And strike a boat of children fleeing from their war-
torn land.
And then how the killers bared their teeth and laughed

at the tearful sight.
And today have I seen land
Where Peace — the king, shall reign eternally
Where its people worship freedom and its glorious flag
Ah, yes this is AMERICA.

Vivian Goldenberg

Literary

-Strictly Feminine-

THE SAGA OF THE "SMOKY JOE"

SOME OF YOU, WHEN AND IF YOU READ
this brief description, are going to think it should
have been saved for the summer issue of "Tower
Light." However, I'm not writing of a summer trip,
but a winter one — on the ferry.

On a winter's day, when it isn't too windy, and you
can't think of anything special to do, go down to
Light Street and board the "Smoky Joe." No, that's
not her "correct" title — that's "The Philadelphia."
But when you can see the belching smoke of a boat
two miles away from the harbor, pouring from its
black, grimy smoke stacks, you can understand how
such a handle might become attached to it. No, the
"Smoky Joe's" not much to look at, but she gets you
there — and how! I went over on the ferry last New
Year's Day, and it was one of those gray, steely days,
with a hint of snow in the air and the sting of fine
rain needles in your face. The people at the dock
looked like hunched-back gnomes, with their coat
collars turned up, their hands in their pockets, and
their hats turned down against the wind. Piles of
luggage huddled together in forlorn, moist, brown-and-
black bundles. A scraggly line formed in front of the
gray ticket office — a little booth looking grayer and
even more disreputable than usual, because there
wasn't any sun.

Lugging my packages with me — due to the sudden
disappearance of the porter — up the flight of stairs I
went, with the "wind and the rain in my hair."
Depositing my luggage on the scarred leather seat
inside the sliding partition closing off the cold outside,
I went for a turn around the deck. The deck runs
from bow to stern, as most decks do, and it was wet
and slippery, shining with the gray, eerie light of the
leaden sky. The boat's motor had begun to throb,
and I could feel it beating through the deck against
the soles of my shoes. The wooden chairs, used in the
summer by light-hearted picnickers, were piled in
sodden clumps against the inside walls of the boat,
battened down to keep them from sliding around as
the boat rocked in the rough troughs of water.

As the boat pulled out of the harbor, she passed the
big warehouses; the Lanasa Fruit Pier; the Fire House,
with the ever-familiar fire boat, "The Cataract"; the
sugar refinery; the big, busy shipyards, with their
yellow ships waiting for gray paint, their flickering
lights from the blow torches, their "ack-ack" ma-
chine gun sound of riveting. There were smells, too —

(Continued on page 8)

— And we aren't kidding! How would you like
to answer these?

1. Where Would you like to have been on New Year's

Eve?

2. Where were you on New Year's Eve? (Notice the

"similarity" of their answers!)
Miss Baker: 1. "Been in New York City and seen a

nice play." 2. "Home by the fireside."
Virginia B.: 1. "This comes so unexpected." (What
doesn't these days?) 2. "Went to a U.S.O. dance."
Charlotte B.: 1. "Guess what I did!" (Enough said.)
Betty B.: 1. "Oh— gone out with Vinnie." 2. "Can't

say." (Why not Betty?)
Betty G.: 1. "Are you kidding?" 2. "Don't ask me."
Dotty P.: 1. "Gone to a mid-night show and had a

a party." 2, "Went to bed."
Carlyn T.: 1. "Been with Bill." 2. "With Bill." (Oh

well, we can't all be lucky!)
Helen M.: 1. "None of your business!" 2. "Went to

church." (She didn't know that this would be

printed.)
Ruth C. : 1. "Exactly what I did, only with different

people." (Pick, choose, and refuse is an old proverb,

Ruth.)
Jean L.: 1. "Go out and have a wonderful time."

2. "Went to bed."
Sue C: 1. "Can't repeat it." (Now Sue!) 2. "Re-
fused a date, sat home dreaming." (Must be a good

reason, we wonder?)
Kay K. : 1. "Been with a nice tall, blue-eyed Air Corps

man and . . ? . . in a car." 2. "Sat home writing

letters."
Alma C: 1. "Ditto with Kay." 2. "Played poker."
Marjorie Y.: 1. "Had a party for fellows from over-
seas." (Not a bad idea.) 2. "Went to a party."

(Wasn't it the right kind Marjorie?)
Bee K. : 1. "Go to a night club and celebrate like ? . . ."

(Oh well!) 2. "Went to a party."
Jane B.: 1. "Spend it at Aberdeen Proving Grounds."

2. "Went to bed at ten."
Jessie M.: 1. "Oh, I don't know." 2. "Went to bed at

nine." Jessie believes early to bed and early to

rise ....
Mary T. S.: 1. "I can't think." (Most of us don't or

can't this night.) 2. "Went to movies."
Betty T.: 1. "This comes as a shock." 2. "That's a

long story." (Do tell us Betty.)
Janet C: 1. "Just what I did." 2. "In an accident—

but it was exciting, I tell you." (Take it away,

Janet.)

(Continued on page 8)
THE TOWER LIGHT

CLUBS

THE MEMBERS OF NATURAL HISTORY
Group packed their lunches again but this time
they didn't have on their walking shoes. Instead the
group dressed in their Sunday best and boarded the
train heading for Washington. Once there the gals
headed straight for the Smithsonian Institute where
they were the guests of Dr. Schmidt, head curator of
biology at the Natural History Museum. (Those of
us who were here last year remember Dr. Schmidt
and the interesting slides he showed of the Galapagos
Islands.) The group, after going through the museum,
had lunch in Dr. Schmidt's office. Dr. Schmidt
proved to be the perfect host — even furnished fruit,
candy, cake and beverages. Need it be said everyone
had a most delightful time?

The drive for the World Student Service Fund that
the Student Christain Association sponsored was a
great success. The goal of $111.11 was passed by
$11.41. It's gratifying to those who gave so generously
to know that money will be used to aid some fellow
student in continuing his education in spite of the
fact that he is a prisoner of war.

The A.A. has made plans to entertain the alumni
of S.T.C. sometime soon. Our students will play
basketball with the guests. It'll be hard to decide for
which side to root. Shall it be our fellow classmates
or mother's classmates? It'll be fun regardless.

The Chimes Guild helped greatly in spreading the
Christmas atmosphere. The members wearily pulled
themselves out of bed at 6 A. M. the last day of school
to go through the halls of the dorm singing carols — a
wonderful way to be awakened!

The seventeenth of December was almost as big a
day for the Glee Club as Christmas. Miss Weyforth
and her cherubs piled into a bus and visited the
Marine Hospital in Baltimore and from there on to
Aberdeen. Just goes to show the girls of S. T.C.
aren't partial when they visit both the marines and
soldiers — but what happened to the navy — maybe
next time.

The Theater Guild gave an assembly program in-
cluding Dickens' Christmas Carol without which
Christmas would be incomplete.

The club pioneering in feeling the Christmas spirit
is the Art Club which was thinking of Christmas when
it began this term. Those wise people who joined it
had some very lovely handmade gifts to give as
presents.

The Challenge

THE CHIMES IN AN OLD TOWER CLOCK
strike the last note of midnight — cries of Happy
New Year break the early morning stillness — and
another year is history. As we think back upon 1944,
it wasn't a very joyous year for the world; but it was
another year that brought us just a little closer to
Victory and Peace.

Men with great courage did "Big Things" for the
United Nations last year — 1944. There were those at
Tarawa, and the Solomon's, and those at Leyte,
Pelelieu, and the Gilberts; all giving, sacrificing and
asking nothing in return. Yes, 1944 was a year full of
sacrifice, heartbreak and courage.

The United States went to the polls in November
and reelected Franklin D. Roosevelt for a fourth
term. (Remember that day at S.T.C?)

Last year was a year of conferences — Casablanca,
Dumbarton Oaks — planning for Victory and the Peace
to come.

And then we were a nation in mourning, for three
great men passed on in 1944 — Secretary of the Navy,
Frank Knox, Alfred Smith, and Wendell Wilkie.

The Sports World played on in 1944 — Baltimore
"stuck with those Birds" and brought home the Little
World Series pennant. The St. Louis Cardinals took
the World Series Pennant away from the St. Louis
"Browns," in a series of breath-taking games. Yes,
and Army beat the Navy in a great game at our own
Baltimore Stadium.

Broadway had its usual year of triumphs and we
remember Margaret Sullivan in "The Voice of the
Turtle," the lavish musical, "Oklahoma" plus scores
of others. Hollywood gave us "Wilson," "Going
My Way," "The White Cliffs of Dover," "For Whom
the Bell Tolls" and "Mrs. Parkington"; 1944 was a
star studded year.

Yes, and it was an unforgettable year — one more
volume of history made — one more volume penned
in the blood, sweat, tears, love, and laughter of a
people determined to remain free!

We, you and I, face the CHALLENGE of a new
year. And as we stand upon the threshold of a future
unknown, we foresee battles that must be fought and
won, lives that must be formed, tasks that must be
completed and a world that must be saved.

The CHALLENGE is ours — each one of us looks
forward to a clean slate, a fresh beginning, and a new
vision of hope. And it is up to us to make each one
of our dreams a reality — to make this year better for
our having been privileged to live through it.

JANUARY

1945

HOKUS POKUS

From the Grandstand

Dear Friends,

After hiding behind doors, closets; under tables,
chairs, around in dark corners here and there, I feel it
about time that I come out into the open and give you
all a scare. For sometime now I've been dreaming up
a coming out party. I've been wanting one for so long.
Life can be very lonely in dark corners sometimes.
However, the opportunity arose for me to make a
formal debute (and no debates about it) and to intro-
duce myself to the world. Dear Friends, I'm now as
happy and contented as a Bumble Bee. All my life
I have been seeing and hearing things and up till now
I haven't said one word. Because you see, up until
now people haven't asked me, and yet sometimes I
wished they had 'cause I've thought some pretty
good things in my time. Being cooped up all day one
has plenty of time to think (i.e., if one has plenty to
think with). Very often I should have liked to pour
my heart and soul out to somebody but there has
been nobody around to pour it into. Of course, that
was until the other day. I was messing around in the
TOWER LIGHT office in a very inconspicious
corner, when all of a sudden somebody swept me off
my feet with a dusting cloth, (Yeah, they clean it out
once and awhile, especially before holidays). Of course
the jolt set me to weeping bitterly and the Editor of
the T.L., who was doing the dusting, overheard me,
spied me and asked me my troubles. Ah, at last, a
chance to pour out my soul to a real goodness to
honest human being. And, so help me, I poured it on
thick and didn't even spill one drop. Well, the young
girl took pity on me and asked if I would really like to
meet the public eye. Well, I'm not one to refuse such
a proposal and I accepted 100%! And the task
turned out to be writing to you readers of the T.L.
each month in a column all of my own. What more
could I ask for (an extention of deadline when copy
is due).

Signed :

Yours,

Hokus Pokus

P. S. If any of you "school worn" readers wish to con-
sult me on personal problems, I'll be glad to assist to
the best of my ability. Remember — I have plenty of
time to think in "Cuddle Corner" — (my hangout) so
kindly address your letters to Hokus Pokus, care of
T.L. Ed. and mail to the T.L. Office.

P. S. Jr.— H.P. never writes a letter without a P.S.,
so whether it be from the Ed. or from H.P. Dear
Friends will always have a P.S.

A variety of sports had been kept in full swing thru
the untiring efforts of Miss Roach and Miss Daniels.
This, plus the girls' keen interest in activities in
athletics, contributed to may enjoyable afternoons in
the gym as well as on the field. The Fall and early
winter seasons were crowed with real sports — archery,
soccer, and hockey. Archery proved to be great fun,
despite the bruised arms and broken arrows. We can
count on the archers to bring home the meat now,
even if our ration points have suddenly expired ! Our
"delicate ferns" also turned out in a crowd for the
soccer elective. The game was fast and furious,
especially after Miss Roach offered a prize of ten
points to the winning team and five points to the
other team toward their athletic awards. Both teams
boasted of a good many Charley horses after this
elective was over. Hockey, like soccer, had a small
list of "casualities." No one was really hurt because
of the excellent equipment provided by the A. A. It
made us feel like professionals when we hopped into
our uniforms. As a matter of fact, we became so sure
of our ability that we agreed to take on Towson High
and Goucher. The two games provided lots of hard
earned fun. We beat Towson and tied Goucher.

We are proud of our super line up:
Forwards — Shutz, Koenig, Smyrk, Hayden, Zieman,

Zimmerman, Gross.
Halfbacks — Martin, Patrick, Callahan.
Fullbacks — Mosier, Cronhardt, Merson, Hart.
Goalie — Urey.

We were glad to have had the chance to meet some
of the Goucher girls who are staying in our dorm.
They were excellent sports, played seriously and
joked in between times. There was one incident that
I thought particularly amusing. A Goucher student
and a Towson student were both hitting at the ball.
The ball became locked between the feet of the
Goucher student who made no attempt to free the
ball. Of course the Towson student intended to break
the deadlock and shove the ball out with her stick.
The Goucher student seeing that we were such go-
getters, became so astonished that she opened her
feet while exclaiming "Oh, my gosh" — and the ball
rolled out with the slightest tap. Naturally this led to
a goal! She explained later that one of our girls said
that we were all amateurs, knowing very few of the
rules— and it seems as though she believed her. Some-
times it does pay to be modest. At any rate, we had a
good fight on our hands for the remainder of the game.

The elective participants have just begun a new
series of sports, badminton and basketball.

THE TOWER LIGHT

PROFESSIONAL

SPOTLIGHT ON THE CONFERENCE

Conference on Teacher Education for the Faculties
of the State Teachers Colleges and the Elementary
Supervisers of Baltimore and the Maryland Counties.

Sponsored by the State Teachers College at
Towson, Maryland

PROGRAM

Theme: IMMEDIATE NEEDS IN TEACHER
EDUCATION

TOPICS FOR DISCUSSION

TRENDS IN TEACHER EDUCATION AS
seen by the staff of the Commission on Teacher
Education.

Dr. Charles E. Prall, Commission on Teacher
Education.

The experiences of a college which participated in
the five-year study of the Commission on Teacher
Education.

Miss Roxana A. Steele, Western Michigan College
of Education.

Understanding of human developement and be-
havior as principles or emphases to be followed in all
teacher education procedures and practices.

Dr. Daniel A. Prescott, Commission on Teacher
Education, American Council on Education.

Bases for curriculum reorganization; how to evalu-
ate the teachers college curriculum; approved pattern
of teacher education.

Dr. Robert H. Morrison, State Department of
Education, New Jersey.

How to provide an effective system of counseling
to College students; anecdotal records and their
interpretation.

Dr. Daniel A. Prescott.

Evaluation in Teacher Education Dr. Maurice E.
Troyer, Syracuse University.

The proposed program of education for Maryland,
Dr. Thomas E. Pullen, Jr., State Superintendent of
Schools.

The program here presented will give an idea of the
scope of the conference which took place at State
Teachers College immediately upon the departure of
the students for the Christmas holidays. To get the
sense and emotion of it one must needs have attended.

In spite of a slight snowfall and slippery roads the
supervisers throughout the State, the superintendents
JANUARY • 194S

of counties, and the faculties of the teachers colleges
arrived by train and automobiles from the North,
South, East and West. They were delightful guests
full of enthusiastic response and appreciative of all our
efforts at hospitality. They liked the Christmas
decorations spreading the glamor of the season
throughout the college; they liked the fresh and dainty
rooms prepared for them by the students; they liked
the dinner — and what a dinner! — which warmed
more than the cockles of their hearts on that first
evening; they liked the efficiency and friendliness of
the charming waitresses who lent their youth and
grace to that august group. Would that they could
have seen more of our students! After dinner Dr.
Brail and Miss Steele spoke upon topics in which they
struck many responsive chords. We are following
trends, and we are also suffering the throes of curricu-
lum changes; so we listened with understanding and
responded with sympathy. Miss Steele, a sister of our
own Miss Irene Steele, revealed a humorous under-
standing of folk ways in educational circles. We
laughed.

After a nights rest and a good breakfast the mem-
bers of the conference met with renewed vigor. The
first speaker, Dr. Prescott, draped his handsome per-
son on a table and nonchalantly took us into his con-
fidence. In his point of view all the social sciences,
biology, and psychiatry combine to throw light upon
the child. With skillful penetration he analyzed and
synthesized the many elements combined in a child,
revealing backgrounds behind backgrounds as one
shifts the scenery of a stage, and upon it all throwing
the aura of his own personality. He knows and loves
people. Dr. Morrison next spoke upon the curriculum.
We spoke not in terms of subjects but of the purposes
of the teacher in developing responsible, well informed
and well adjusted citizens. The two talks were a
happy complement to each other, the one saying,
"Understand the material with which you work"; and
the other, "Know what you are trying to make out of
your material to contribute to a better world."

The talk given the following morning by Dr.
Troyer stressed the necessity of having the learner
understand the tools of education, be able to use them
on himself, and to "take" the results with a mind to
his own growth and development.

Our state superintendent, Dr. Pullen, opened the
Thursday morning session with an exposition of his
new program of education for Maryland. This pro-
gressive and masterly plan is of such significance to

Conference

all young people becoming teachers, that a condensa-
tion of it here would be unfair. It should appear at
some length in a future issue of this magazine, so that
upon its appearance before the legislature you will
understand it and watch with keen apprehension the
treatment of this bold, constructive measure for the
growth of our schools. It is good to know that Mary-
land's Educational future has been planned by a
gentleman, a scholar, and a man of action.

The less significant hours of the conference, if any
could be so classified, were given to group conferences,
entertainment and the drinking of tea — all most
enjoyable. Out of the meetings of study groups of
kindred interests grew reports. These were highly
enlivening, particularly that of our Miss Weyforth
who upon the peak of her Weyforthian wit brought
down the house; (Ask her what she said).

When the conference ended shortly after noon on
Thursday, our consultants expressed their pleasure in
meeting this group of Maryland educators and said
that Dr. Pullen and Dr. Wiedefeld were in themselves
sufficient proof that education in Maryland is safe.
Many new friendships had been formed, many old
ones renewed, and all had seen a vision — a future
world full of hard work for teachers, but one with far
greater opportunity for professional growth and ser-
vice. New courage comes with the new day. A new
day. A new light breaks. Perhaps Dr. Morrison
touched it off with the words, "He that teaches a
child, labors with God in his workshop."

Helen Stapleton

Literary— {Continued from page 4)

pungent and earthy — guano (fertilizer to you land-
lubbers), spices, and the strong, salty odors of water
and wind. The ferry passes Fort McHenry, that
jutting rock pile of historic significance that so many
Baltimoreans have been "meaning to see" for so very
long. And if you "look sharp" you can see those
long, dun-colored Navy and Coast-Guard Barracks
at the Fort and at Curtis Bay. But soon, all sight of
land was lost and "Smoky Joe" was plowing through
an uncluttered open field of gray-blue, restless water.
It was a little rougher now, the white caps were more
numerous, and the motor was throbbing harder. We
were meeting other boats too — agile tugs; ships flying
foreign flags, battle-stained — at rest for just a little
while; fishing vessels with fenders of knotted ropes to
make the tough going a little easier.

After a while, I went inside to warm up a bit. The

cabin was thick with cigarette smoke and was ringing
with the raucous voices of excited card players, the
bang of Java mugs (coffee cups to the uninitiated), and
the jingle of the cash register. The scene was embel-
lished with the rusty gleam of gold spittoons, once re-
splendent fixtures of grandeur, now laughing re-
minders of "the good old days." I progressed to the
lower deck of the ferry — a few cars were parked there,
and lounging colored boys kept an eye on them while
they went about their chores. You have to keep back
from the bow of the boat here — the water spills over
the open front onto the deck with every rough wave —
and you find yourself clutching air to keep your
balance and your breath.

Old Fort Carroll and Seven-Foot Knoll Light-
house were now behind. The "Smoky Joe" was ap-
proaching its destination — Love Point. The sea gulls,
with their great gray-white wings, cried lonely as
they sailed gracefully overhead in big, lazy circles,
watching hungrily for harbor refuse. As the boat
docked, the passengers gathered up their belongings
and filed slowly down the steps to the little station
platform-wharf below. The electric-light bulbs on the
wharf threw a feeble light out into the late afternoon
mist, and the boat pulled itself together for the return
trip. It had been an interesting little journey — fun
for one who likes the water in sun or storm. But if
your're a land-lubber, just forget I even mentioned it! !

Eileen Lynch, Junior 4

Strictly Feminine— (Continued from page 4)

Betty J.: 1. "Just what I did." 2. "It was foggy that
night." (We wonder??)

Mary J.; 1. "Wouldn't want it printed." (Sorry folks,
that's all she would say.)

Phyllis C: 1. "Lots of things." 2. "Nothing enter-
taining."
Miss Langford: 1. "I don't know." 2. "Visiting."

Mrs. Brouwer: 1. "Been in California." 2. "We were
snowbound but had an enjoyable evening listening
to the radio."

Peggy T.: 1. "I would like to have gone to the party
with the boy that asked me but mother wouldn't
let me." 2. "I didn't even know it was midnight.
I was dancing with a man that came up to my chin."

More engagements? I should say!

Lucy Goldsmith to Mr. •

Carlyn Temple to Midshipman W. R. Casey.

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In Appreciation

Volume XII, No. 46
FEBRUARY • 1945

February, 1945

THIS ISN'T GOING TO BE AN EDITORIAL
on some pertinent subject. In fact, it's not even
going to be an editorial.

It's to be a "thank you" note to a grand staff, an
unselfish and untiring board of advisors, an under-
standing and helpful administration, an interested
faculty and the nicest to work with student body I've
ever met. To each and every one of you, I extend my
deepest appreciation for the way you supported and
worked for the Tower Light.

I haven't regretted one minute of the time devoted
to our paper. Not every minute was one to rejoice in,
but in the end, the old T.L. seemed worth it.

Since student teaching does start for me this Feb-
ruary it's necessary to turn over the editorship to
someone who will be in the college for the rest of the
year. I can think of no more capable and willing
person than the Tower Light's new editor — Webby
Sansbury. She is a fine worker and I know you'll like
her and give her the same willing cooperation that you
have given me.

Carry on, Webby, I wish you the best of luck and
success in your new position.

In Acknowledgement

THANKS EV. I HOPE YOU HAVEN'T OVER-
estimated my qualifications.

Now that I've been chosen to take over this honor-
able position, I'd like to relate a few important items
to the faithful readers of the T.L.

I am starting my editorial career with practically a
new staff, most of whom are new to this type of work.
I realize the seriousness of my responsibilities and
only hope to be able to fulfill those duties to the ut-
most of my abilities.

As many of you know, the Tower Light is steadily
progressing and attaining greater success. With the
help of the staff, advisors, faculty, administration, and
student body, I shall keep it that way.

I shall willingly accept any suggestions for the im-
provement of the T.L. and do everything to the best
of my ability to maintain its traditional standards.

Please remember, this is your paper only when you
support it.

CAMPUS CHATTER

IT MAY NOT BE JUNE, BUT NEVERTHELESS,
it's June in January here on the campus. The
weather? — no, well hardly! The shrubbery and foli-
age? — not unless we think in terms of snowball
flowers. Ah, but, romance! Another case has ap-
peared among the blushing, but not unintelligent
freshmen. Cupid's messenger came running to tell me
about "Dopey" (Doris Miller) and Merrile Cohen,
saying that it was all just so-o-oo obvious. It's in-
teresting to have something like this again in our
midst.

And what about Norman as he gaily plays the field
in the freshman class — (what no more interest in
certain members of the junior class?) Potentialities!

And then there is Don, he seems to be a man of
mystery but who is that sweet little dorm student that
he is so often seen with — , come, come now Don,
please stop blushing.

Harry, our man of the world and also Shirley's man
— of the world? All kidding aside, there are a few who
have been wondering who's wonderful melodic voice
often fills the beloved halls of S.T.C. calling, "Harry,
oh Harry", which reminds me — "Heathcliffffff",
"Heathhhhhhhcliffffff".

Many of us have fallen for the tight trousered ser-
vicemen at the Navy League. At one recent dance
some of our best co-eds were at St. Paul Street enter-
taining the boys, dancing to the music of the celebrated
Coast Guard Band. Baltimore was overrun with
sailors that week-end, as many ships were anchored in
our harbor for just a few days. The boys liked us, so
we'll have to visit them again soon.

The Glee Club has been entertaining again, bring-
ing cheer through their singing to the boys. On the
last Saturday of January during a dance at the U.S.O.
they shared their talents with the servicemen, and a
good time was had by all. Miss Weyforth is just the
lady of their hearts.

What's the talk about the late Senior Dinner, held
off the campus! Ask the girls who attended all about
it, for it was a delicious meal and brought forth lots of
grand fellowship. There ought to be more of such
socials.

What's your grade? Oh, I have so far to go! Can't
you see me getting up at 6. o'clock in the morning, in
the dead of the night! Is that practice teacher very
hard? Oh. I've heard some terrific tales about it.
Well, it had to come sooner or later. Buzz, buzz, all
around the cafeteria, dorm and halls of the Ad Build-

ing over new student teaching assignments, for the
Juniors and Seniors. The favorite topic of conversa-
tion — Student teaching.

.... New Elections have taken place, so we're off
to a new start for the coming year. What will it
bring ....

What is your idea for a new advisory board system
here at school? Would you like someone to whom you
could confidently confide about very personal prob-
lems? What type of psychology courses do you think
we should have? Some of the student committees
were inspired by the faculty panel discussion of Dr.
Prescott's ideas, and want to do something about
them. We want your opinions — . Just leave them in
the Tower Light Office — but quick.

January 23rd marked the opening of our first big
drive this year — the Bond Rally, with the stunts, our
team spirit, and the drawing of the faculty. The prize
money, defense stamps, came from the proceeds of our
Barn Dance last month — . So we're off to a good start.
What will the next move be?

Poet's Corner

THE GARDEN OF LIFE

Your life is like a garden

In which you, yourself, must plan,

The kind of seeds you'd have to plant

To reap the best you can.

Perhaps you'd like a row or two

Of "thoughtfulness" and "cheer,"

Beside which there'd be joy enough

To last from year to year.

And naturally, you'd want a row

Of "unselfishness" and "love,"

Surrounded by, on every side,

The "sunshine" from above.

And don't forget to sow the seeds

Of "friendship," "peace," and "smiles,"

For they are also needed

To make your life worthwhile.

Betty Anne Spruill

THE TOWER LIGHT

G.I. COLUMN

-Strictly Feminine

Congratulations

TO LIEUTENANT (j.g.) NORMAN WILDE
who has been serving in the South Pacific as a
Navy flier. Norm, of the class of '40, has recently
been promoted to a Junior Grade Lieutenant.

To Lieutenant Morton D. Weiner of the Army
Signal Corps who has just been assigned to Holibird
Signal Depot at Baltimore. Lieutenant Weiner was
commissioned on October 25th and married a day
later. He rates double congratulations.

Blood, Sweat, and Tears. To our G.I.'s this phrase
has indeed become a stark reality. Men from S.T.C.
in the armed forces have not been excepted. There is
proof of this in the report that some of our alumni
have been wounded. We record their names in this
column with pride. Pride, not in the fact that they
have been wounded, but in the fact that their letters
and reports of their recovery give evidence of their
courage and bravery.

Haven Kolb — '36 — of the U. S. Army was wounded
in action somewhere in France. He has been awarded
the Purple Heart.

Lieutenant (j.g.) August Jansen (U.S.N. R.), of
the class of '31, was wounded while serving in the
Pacific. He has not fully recovered, but is able to do
some work and is now stationed at San Diego, Cali-
fornia.

Since November 21st, Lieutenant Oswald Spellman
(Army) — ex '44 — has been in a hospital recovering
from shrapnel wounds and combat exhaustion.
Bound for Overseas:

Lieutenant T. T. Lawlis of the Army Transporta-
tion Corps is now on orders to go across. He is now
at Indiantown Gap, Pennsylvania.

Just off the Sweep 274, Ensign H. C. Refo is head-
ing for Miami and then the South Pacific.

Lieutenant Sydney J. Baker has been transferred
from the Air Corps to the Infantry. He is getting
ready to go overseas.

Lieutenants Lawlis and Baker and Ensign Refo
visited the college recently.

Over there:

With the Eighth Air Force in England, Lieutenant,
Richard I. Pulse, Jr., is flying B-24 Liberators.

Samuel "Mickey" Sharrow — '39 — is now stationed
in India.

In India also is Corporal Earl Wellemeyer, ex '46
with the U.S.A.A.F.
FEBRUARY • 1945

Phil Beshore gets a penny with everyone of Pres'
letters. Ask her what they are for?

Barbara Baden got five letters from five different
service men in one day. Could it be that the southern
accent gets them?

**It is rumored that Lyn Temple is expecting wed-
ding bells in June. Bill graduates from Annapolis then.
Marlyn Eimers goes to Annapolis a lot too; a Cali-
fornia belle and a Navy middie make a wonderful
combination.

Charlotte Gross got one dozen roses. No surprise
until I discovered they weren't from Peek.

Did you know that Betty Wailes models clothes in
her spare time? I'll bet she increases the sales by at
least 50%.

What's this we hear about Betty Lee Granger's ex-
pecting a diamond ring?

Ev Pearl's been doing All Right — three letters from
Germany in one week isn't bad — not to mention the
perfume and furs she received from Paris during Yule-
tide. I hear Wedding Bells, and they aren't so far off
either.

When two college friends meet in the middle of the
South Pacific, that is news; and especially when those
two friends are former students of S.T.C. The two
notables — Quentin Thomas and Narcis Hutton — the
topic of conversation — I'll leave it to you! !

** Remember— this is STRICTLY FEMININE.

G.I. Column

Army News:

Robert Bishop of the class of '43, has arrived at
Gander Lake, Newfoundland.

Thedore Katencamp — ex '44 — is with the engineers
at Fort Jackson, South Carolina. He completed a
twelve week course in electricity in New York in
December.

Sidney Blum — '43 — was recently transferred to the
medical department of Nichols General Hospital in
Louisville, Kentucky.

Kenneth Martin — '43 — is stationed at Chanute
Field, Illinois. He is there for a six week course in
electronics.

And we almost forgot Harry B. Fishpaugh, Jr., who
is now an administrative clerk in a Fifteenth Air
Force Service Command signal company in Italy
has been promoted to the rank of sergeant. Con-
gratulation !

PROFESSIONAL

"The Parting Guest"

OUR COLLEGE HAS LOST A FRIEND IN
the passing of Mr. William R. Flowers. Those of
us who knew him feel that most keenly. A prominant
phase of his work and activities directly concerned us,
for he was always interested in the young teachers our
college provided the city schools. He seemed to see in
them the essential elements of enthusiasm and pro-
gressiveness, and they saw in him a direct and sym-
pathetic contact with the chief administrators.

Some qualities in everyone who lives are offensive
to someone, but when that person "crosses the bar"
these become infinitely unimportant; and, happily, we
remember and cherish only the universally attractive
ones. We will always remember, I think, his sense of
humor, kindness, and encouraging interest.

Not only did he associate himself with the student
teachers, but with the children as well. I recall his
speaking of Benny, a little Chinese boy in Miss Leut-
ner's fourth grade class. Benny was flanked on all
sides in the classroom by little girls . . . one in front,
one in back, and one on each side. Indignantly, he
protested, "I just can't stand it!"

Mr. Flowers delighted in telling that story to the
various classes that he visited.

Several times during my experience, he greatly en-
riched lessons with his own personal narratives apropos
of the subject. Once, while witnessing a lesson on the
airplane, in the sixth grade, he told the class of the
very first airplane flight over Baltimore and of the
sensation it caused among the citizenry .The children
were fascinated and the teacher indebted.

Now the visit is finished, the guest has departed and
I think he would have echoed Tennyson's immortal
lines:

"And may there be no moaning at the bar
When I put out to sea."
But greater lines than these are to give hope in an
hour of hesitancy and in a time of uncertainty. Speak-
ing of the dead in one of his letters to the Corinthians,
Paul said,

"Death is swallowed up in victory.
O death, where is thy sting? O grave where is thy

victory?
The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin

is the law.
But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory

through our Lord Jesus Christ."

Esther Spaeth

Shangri-La!

New School Program Given Legislature

WTNCREASED PAY FOR TEACHERS,
A smaller schoolroom classes and establishment of
the twelve-year curriculum throughout the state."
This may sound like a pedagogue's dream but there's
a chance for this dream to actually be fulfilled. Has
someone at last decided to be the "Knight in Shining
Armor" for the poor overworked, underpaid teacher?
Pedagogic potentialities take heed! This may be of
interest to you. Our own Governor O'Conor has sub-
mitted to the Maryland Legislature the adminstra-
tion's new educational program.

In his message to the legislators on the new school
program, the Governor said:

"In the years ahead, the problems to be solved will
require the utmost of learning and skill that can be de-
veloped in the coming generation. The great army of
schoolchildren now in the grade and high schools, and
those to come after them, will need the very best in
educational opportunities in order to equip them for
the exacting tasks to be performed in the post-war
world. We must have for them the most advanced
methods and we must retain and expand the present
efficient force of loyal public-spirited teachers.

"The adoption of the twelve-year course through-
out the State will give the remaining one-half of the
800,000 children in the public schools of Maryland
benefit of this additional training. The reduction of
the size of classes will made possible greater individual
attention resulting in marked improvement in the
children in our schools.

"The public-school teachers well deserve the re-
vision of the salary schedules. In order that proper
standards of living may be met, the teachers, who
have entered the profession after lengthy study and
training, merit a fair wage scale so that they can con-
tinue in their important field without financial em-
barrassment. Obviously, more teachers will be needed
to put this general program into effect and our an-
nounced policy to eliminate tuition fees in the teachers'
colleges is designed to attract more students in future
years ....

"Furthermore, in one of the bills to be introduced,
we seek the correction of an oversight which occurred
in previous legislation. This will equalize the salaries
of colored supervisors as was done in regard to teachers
generally .... (Continued on page 8)

THE TOWER LIGHT

THE CHALLENGE

Teaching— Craft or Profession?

This is the one sided opinion of some
"uninformed" Citizens of Baltimore

WFeachers have long claimed to be

-i- 'professional', but professional is a broad word.
True professional work is altruistic, giving unselfish
service to fellow men. At least, that is the professional
ideal.

Thousands of teachers have been leaving the class
room during the war, forgetting the 'service of love'
and thinking only of their lust for money. They have
complained of low wages and rising costs of living, as
well as the crowded conditions of the class room.
Many other teachers stuck to their jobs, however, but
with service in mind? No! They continue because of
the relative post-war security of a teaching position.
Many enter the 'profession' because teaching sounds
like a 'soft' job, one with long summer vacations and
shorter hours, with no swing shift. Is this professional
thinking?

Teaching also has degenerated considerably be-
cause of the routine and mechanical habits it imposes.
Often a teacher is a repeater of text-books or a drill
sergeant. Does this type of work require professional
minds? Is it even a professional activity?

Teaching can be called a craft, and teachers,
craftsmen, who would like to be called professional.
They are not even satisfied with the term, semi-pro-
fessional. The ideals of the individuals in teaching
have limited its professional standing and made it
merely a craft."

Now that you have read one side of the argument,
we present the point of view which we hold, and which
you, as potential teachers, should have as an answer
for similar arguments.

Do you know that more than one hundred thousand
students are deciding each year to prepare for teach-
ing? And does "Mr. Average American" really realize
that teaching is a profession which claims among its
numbers men and women upon whose shoulders rests
the future of American Democracy?

Sad to state too many John Does and Mary Smiths
are still submerged in the dark ages when it comes to
teaching. Their idea of the average teacher meets
about the standard of the 1800's when there were few
requirements for teaching; anyone who could discipline
a class, or keep order, and drill the students with the
material found in the crude text-books of the day could
accept a position which gave little pay and still less
FEBRUARY • 194S

prestige. Education for the teacher was unheard of at
the time.

But isn't it about time that Mr. Average Man
realized that teaching has become an honored pro-
fession and is no longer employment used to fill in
those months of the year when other work is scarce?
Most of the Normal Schools of America have now be-
come Teachers Colleges. Instead of a grade school
education, a typical teacher now has four years of
college work to her credit. The college degree is ob-
tained by the fulfillment of minimum requirements and
the teacher who desires promotion must constantly
improve himself through additional training and pro-
fessional growth.

And yet there are people who say that teaching is a
craft, a trade.

Can you build the mind of a child as you would
build a house? Can you develop a human personality
with a machine?

But herein lies the task of a teacher. It is up to the
professional teacher to guide and direct the develop-
ment of future Americans — to permit the fullest de-
velopment of the personality, to teach pupils to think
clearly and to speak fearlessly, and to aid each child as
a future citizen to qualify for citizenship in a demo-
cratic nation.

Can you still say that teaching is a craft? If so give
the teacher time and a half for the overtime he gives
in marking papers and in preparation of records and
reports, pay him for the extra hours spent in helping a
struggling child and for his participation in community
work, night school and wartime rationing.

The teacher could go into a spectacular field and
claim a far greater salary, but there's a certain satis-
faction in helping to give a small child a start in life —
the same satisfaction that a physician must have when
he saves a human life.

A craft — or a profession?? That's for the American
people to decide.

Student Teaching Boners

Proof that in student teaching anything can happen
and usually does:

One enthusiastic and progressive young student
while teaching subtraction in the primary grades said,
"If you had two apples in your lunch and I took them
away, what would you have left?"

"Sandwiches," came the brilliant reply.

(Continued on page 8)

Two Sides of the Tracks

ZEBEDIAH RASTUS GEORGE WASHINGTON
Jones gazed, at length and with care, into the
cracked dirty mirror, sighed once, ecstatically, then
made a clucking noise with his tongue, in appreciative
admiration of the image he presented. Yas, sirree, he
sho was a handsom' spectacle of Darktown manhood
tonight! Zeb turned his head to one side, creased his
forehead in worried concentration, and picked up the
comb to give his kinky "wool" head a final one-over.
Then he picked up his extraordinarily wide-brimmed
hat, a requisite of every good zoot-suiter's apparel,
clicked his heels together, saucily saluted his image,
and walked jauntily out into the noisy city street.

At first Zeb felt painfully conscious of his new-
found personality. But then he thought of Amber
Drake — of her white, even teeth flashing against dark,
creamy skin, of her beautiful clothes, which showed
off to the best advantage her natural attributes, and
further enhanced her God-given attractions. She was
a maid in an exclusive home on Park Avenue, and her
"mistress" gave Amber many fine clothes she no
longer wanted. "Amber an' me'll sho shine at the
Jitterbug Ball tonight," Zeb said to himself, and as he
thought of Amber's admiration and of the becoming
night's fun, he quickened his steps and made haste
towards Amber's house.

Amber's mother opened the door. "Ambah's still
upstaihs dressin'," she said. She eyed Zeb throughly,
then flattered, "Man, oh man, yo fallin to a milium
dollahs or sumpin', big boy? Dat am de strikenest
outfit dese eyes has evah seen or evah hopes to see —
man, oh man!" Hands on hips, she stepped backward
to get a better view of Zeb, as Amber, in a skin-tight
red jersey number, swayed "hippily" down the stairs.
Amber had planned to pause dramatically at just the
right spot on the stairs to impress Zeb to the fullest
degree with her magnificence, but when her eyes fell
upon him, she uttered a weak little cry and ran the
rest of the way down the steps.

"Oh, Zeb, honey, you are de hansomest man I evah
did see! Wheah didja git that suit, darlin'? Yo
shoulders look so broad — oh, an' yo trousahs, that
taperin' line. Um, um, yo sho are some scrumptuous!"

Zeb basked delightedly in the warmth of this
sincere and forthright admiration, and fumbled with
some embarrassment with his gold watch chain, knee-
length. Amber's exaultation continued. "Boy, am I
gonna make that Pearl Crown sit up an' take notice!
She's been makin' sheep's eyes at yo, an' when she sees
I got yo fust, jealously am gonna' be a mild word!"

"Ah, come on, honey. Let's go to the dance and for-
get about Pearl. We got some rug-cuttin' to do, an' it
ain't gettin' any earlier. Besides, when that Mat
Thomas sees yo in that dress, baby, I'se gonna be too
busy lookin' out fo my own interests to be thinkin'
about that Crown gal." With this sage and diplomatic
observation, Zeb soothed an imaginary wrinkle from
his enormous bright colored bow-tie, said good-bye to
Amber's mother, firmly grasped Amber's elbow and
steered her, chattering gaily toward the sidewalk.

It happended that on this same night another ball
was being held — but of quite a different nature. It
was the annual Bachelor's Cotillion, and Mr. and
Mrs. Weatherspoon and their debutante daughter,
Clarice, were driving downtown in an open carriage
drawn by two dappled grey horses, at the very moment
when Zeb and Amber began strutting down the side-
walk. Mr. Wetherspoon had been assured that trans-
portation via horse and buggy was quite stylish among
the upper crust these days, having become popular
through a patriotic desire to save gasoline. Mrs.
Weatherspoon and her daughter were dressed in the
latest fashion, sporting new knee-length evening
dresses, under silver fox and mink. Mr. Weather-
spoon, after calling out their destination to the cabby,
had settle back in the hansom to wrestle with the
stiff collar of his tuxedo. He, unlike his womenfolk,
had long ceased to receive pleasure from donning
formal attire.

As the hack stopped for a red light, Mrs. Weather-
spoon, who had been looking out at the street from her
side of the carriage suddenly leaned forward a bit,
peered rather closely at the outer scene, and exclaimed
in an amused tone which caused Clarice to lean for-
ward also. "Why, I do believe that's Amber Drake! —
You know Clarice, the one who works for Adelaide
Simmons. Don't you remember that dress, dear — the
one the Drake girl has on? I remember when Ade-
laide wore it — about a year ago, I think it was!"

"Yes, mama," Clarice replied, "and is she strutting!
And do look at the amazing character with her! I've
heard of zoot-suits, but that's a zoot-suit to end all
zoot-suits! It really has everything — padded football
shoulders, long coat, balloned trousers, chain and tie,

and the hat !" Clarice was laughing so hard she

could say no more.

"I wonder why the law allows such an atrocity on
the street!" Mrs. Weatherspoon laughed. "Those two
darkies are funny enough for a circus sideshow!

(Continued on page <?)
THE TOWER LIGHT

CLUBS

HOKUS POKUS

THE MARSHALS HELD THEIR ANNUAL
induction service in Richmond Hall, January 29th.
In a formal ceremony, the older marshalls presented
the new members with their arm-bands. Awards were
given to those who graduate in February. After the
business meeting, refreshments were served, giving
the marshals a chance to really get acquainted with
one another.

What we've been waiting for — another public ap-
pearance of the orchestra. "Stardust," "Together,"
"Don't Fence Me In," and "Always" were the tunes
floating through the foyer one Monday noon. And
this time the phonograph wasn't playing. Our own
orchestra was furnishing the music and it was worth
waiting for. What a lovely way to spend a lunch
hour — dancing to an orchestra !

Dr. Dowell, advisor of the Natural History Group,
gave tickets to members of the Club for the Lyric.
The lecture, given by Herbert Knapp, was entitled
"Figi — Cannibal Land of Yesterday." A film of the
extraordinary fire-walking ceremony of the Fijions
was included in the program also.

If you've heard the Glee Club practicing lately
you've probably heard such songs as "There's Some-
thing About a Soldier," "I'll Be Seeing You" and
"Don't Fence Me In" (That song gets around, doesn't
it?) And you've probably guessed what that means —
the Glee Club is off to the U.S.O. again. As far as
keeping up the morale of the service men goes the Glee
Club is tops — "There's Something About the Glee
Club That is fine, fine, fine."

The members of the Little Theatre Group have de-
cided to postpone their plans for getting down to work
on the play, to be given in the spring, until new officers
are elected. The election will be held in the early part
of February.

May the writer of this column let off a little steam?
Thanks! Why don't some of these slumbering organi-
zations wake up? Why wait for spring? What has
happened to the I.R.C. and the A.C.E. — yes, and the
Rural Club? Several freshmen were asked what they
thought of these clubs. The reply was, "Never heard
of 'em." It is hoped that the dozing members of these
clubs will be awakended and put into action — but
quick!
FEBRUARY • 1945

Dear Friends,

Well, howdy-doody! Oh, you don't doody so goot,
eh! Tch-tch! Well neither does me, so shall we blame
it on the weather — or just truthfully admit that we've
contacted a simple case of "prodiemelfixalthosis."
Now isn't that a pretty word? (Hm-n, I wish I knew
what it meant 'cause maybe I could use it sometime.)
But Oh ! what a pity, the dictionary doesn't have it in
today.

I understand from my sponsors that my contract
calls for some attempt at humor (you know, the kind
that if at first you don't succeed . . . then look out.)

As yet my repertoir of Hokus-Pokus is greatly
limited (the limit being rock-bottom.) However, I
dropped in on Glee Club a few rehersals ago, in time
to catch this one. Quote:

"Mrs. Sournote was greatly disturbed over the
strange behavior of her husband and insisted that he
visit the family physician. On consulting the "Doc,"
Mr. Sournote agreed that his case was due to an over
indulgence of alcoholic beverages. He couldn't tell
his wife that, so he tried thinking of an excuse for his
ailment. On his way home he stopped in front of the
music store window and noticed a sign bearing a very
significant word. When his wife inquired of his con-
dition he calmly answered, "Just a slight case of

a of — syncopation, dear." Not believing him,

she looked it up in the dictionary, and this is what she
found: syn-co-pa-tion : "a succession of uneven beats
from bar to bar."

Now from our dormitory bright sayings department
comes this one: Says Jeannie: "When I took my
father's picture last year I cut off his feet." Says
Char: "Tch-tch! Well I hope you didn't make it too
painful."

A few magazine quips ought to close this session, so
here goes.

Old turtle to young turtle: "When you get to my
age you begin to slow down."

Commanding officer to soldiers packed like sardines
on an army transport: "I want to make it very clear
to you men that this is NOT a luxury cruise."

Bombardier to crew on approaching three attractive
young ladies: "Remember, now when the target is
sighted the bombardier is in charge."

Hokus-Pokus
P. S. Submit your latest and bestest jokes to me in
care of the Tower Light.

Professional— (Continued from page 4)

"I lay this program before you with the utmost con-
fidence that you will agree with the recommendations
and that you will cooperate to the fullest by giving
approval to the proposals advanced.

"In the years to come I believe that each one of you
can look back upon this 1945 session with the satis-
faction of knowing that the public educational system
in Maryland was advanced immeasurably at this
session. The fulfillment of this program, in the interest
of our public schools, will have a beneficial influence
upon the future of our State and of its citizens in the
years ahead."

The Challenge — {Continued j "ram page 5)

The English language often of itself becomes a
"stumbling block" to student teachers. In the fourth
grade Bonnie Fox was attempting to clarify the spell-
ing of "too."

"How do you spell too when it means also?" she
asked one lad.

"A-l-s-o," he said.

This modern age is a corruption to our modern
youth. Just ask Esther Spaeth. She knows! During
a reading lesson on word meaning in Grade 3 the word
"substitute" came up. Esther decided to do some
"incidental teaching." Putting the word on the board,
she asked someone to tell its meaning. One child
excitedly waved his hand with the light of dawn in his
eyes. "I know," he said. "A substitute is a woman
who comes when the teacher is absent."

Undaunted, Esther continued "fishing for a more
orthodox definition." Finally the group discovered
that a substitute takes the place of something and is
usually not as good as the "real thing."

Again a child looked inspired. "I know a substi-
tute," she said exitedly. "Its that stuff my Mommie
gets at the store when she can't get butter!"

And that's not bad, my friends, for the 3B! !

Several meanings for one word are too many for to-
day's children. While clarifying a general assignment
in Olga Solomon's third grade, the teacher soon dis-
covered that the children did not know the meaning
of the word "return." (As used in the G.A. it meant
to "go back.") Following an approved method for
extracting meanings of words, the teacher felt it safe
to call on an eager little girl. "Return," she said con-
fidently, "is 'box it up and take it back'."
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Literary — (Continued from page 6)

Lemuel! Lemuel! I do believe the man is asleep!"
She gave Mr. Weatherspoon a playful poke in the
ribs. Mr. Weatherspoon came out of a foggy dream of
bank checks and mortages. "Yes, dear!" he yawned.

"Do look at that colored boy over there, Lemuel!
Isn't he a scream! I'll bet you wouldn't be caught
dead in one of those zoot-suits!"

"Might be a damned sight more confortable than
this monkey suit," Mr. Weatherspoon muttered, as he
peered out of the window on his wife's side of the
carriage. He began to tug again at his collar.

The light changed. The Weatherspoon carriage
rolled on down the street. Zeb and Amber hurried
along the sidewalk.

We shall never know what Amber and Zeb may
have thought of the Weatherspoons had they seen
them. The dark boy and girl were too engrossed in
mutual admiration, to notice or be concerned with the
appearance of any other fellow human-beings. But
had positions been reversed, perhaps they may have
been as sincerely and genuinely amused as the
Weatherspoons, with the Weatherspoons at the re-
ceiving end. After all, the pinch of the shoe is deter-
mined by the foot which sports it, and you never can
tell from where you sit how the pictures are going to
look on the wall.

Eileen Lynch

Men's Corner

YOKUM HAMMERHEAD CONVERTED BY
Lily Whiters! ! !
Hammerhead, too, was converted recently from an
uncouth, romantical rapscallion to a pure Lily Whiter!
It took a long time — six withering months — but Papa
Hartly (he's Li'l Abner's 1st Vice-President), made
the kid see the other side — the pure side. When he
was pitched out of Ramblewood's gutter, he was a no
good innercint bum thet didna mind his maw. With
a good line and the Doc has thet, Daniel remembered
all thet his hard workin' maw done did fer him when
he was a chile of two and a half months. Daniel's
mouth received a bucket of lye witha good stiff brush
down the hatch — then only good li'l, clean li'l words
passed from them there li'l red lips. So now when you
see Don angelically kick his heels together and ascend
a mile in the clouds, you'll understand he just had ter
help St. Peter "Play on His Harp." Don't be aston-
ished by anything he does — you'll know it's for the
benefit of that great national organization — "The Lily
Whiters."

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ILUME XII
fMBER 47

iRCH, 1945

THE STAFF

Business Managers Men's Club

Ruth Cronhardt Norman Schneider
Mary Caples Don Hammerman

Special Advertising
Shirley Vance
Circulation Managers
Betty Spruill Lois Thomas

Betty Johnson Dotty Ecker

Illia Leonard
A rt Editors
Sylvia Rosen Mary Gold

News Editors
Carolyn Motschiedler Millie Mosier
Helen Wampler Coryne Harmison

Kay Koenig Sue Callahan

Contributing Editors
Eileen Lynch Marcelle Isabelle

Peggy Johnson Marian Smyrk

Jean Nelson Lynette Schneider

Pauline Pac Ruth Hoke

G.I. Clubs

Mary Tillard Smith Jean Lehman

Typists
Betty Hoffacker Ginny Hurry

Virginia Stormfeltz Margy Carrier
The Challenge Campus Chatter

Cassy Cicero Clara Wolkoff

Lucy Goldsmith Elizabeth Zimmerman
Helen Nikosski Peggy Crump

Louis Coffman
Professional Page
Myra Dudderar Jean Barnes

Advisory Board

Literary Dr. Crabtree, Mrs. Stapleton

Art Mrs. Brouwer

Finance Dr. Walther

Special Assistant
Betty Townshend

Editor
Webby Sansbury

Volume XII, No. 47

March, 1945

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g THOUGHTS FOR THE MONTH

O The only man who makes no mistakes is the man

O who never does anything.

§ Theodore Roosevelt

O The main issue of life is to keep our loyalty high.

Oscar T. Olson (Ohio)
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

MARCH • 194S

"Nothing is Constant
but Change"

SO RELATED OUR BELOVED DR. LYNCH AS
we sat awe-stricken listening to the wonders of
zoology, botany and psychology. So it is with our
steadfast T.L.

May I introduce to you our new staff and welcome
them to their deserving positions. I would also like to
thank the former members who have stayed on with
us and who have so faithfully served on their editorial
posts. I particularly admire the way in which each
staff member is not only conscious of his obligation
but fulfills it to his utmost ability.

At last we of S.T.C. are realizing how important
our own Tower Light is. Since it is our only publica-
tion it needs the support of every college student and
faculty member. Far too many of you underestimate
your own abilities. We know how busy you are and
that it is difficult to find time to sit down and write for
sheer pleasure but remember the T.L. is your maga-
zine, and if you want a good magazine of which you
can be proud it is YOU who must contribute. How-
ever, it is not entirely for the sake of the T.L. that we
discuss this but because we think it is a great loss that
so much potential literary talent is lying dormant.

For none other than William Cullen Bryant while
only in his sophomore year at Williams College wrote
the ever popular "Thanotopsis".

Looking further, we find that in 1836 James Russell
Lowell, who was then a senior at Harvard, wrote some
of the poems that have been included in final editions
of his works.

George Edward Woodberry earned part of his
college expenses by writing, while Edna St. Vincent
Milley at Vassar, in her senior year, took the leading
part in her own poetical play, "The Princess Marries
the Page".

You have but to glance through the first few pages
and you will find the long talked about "open Forum."
Yes, at last you can find the answers to your inquiries
by simply jotting them down on a piece of paper and
dropping them in the T.L. office. No personal prob-
lems, please. Nearly every university and college in
America has an active Open Forum in its paper. We
shall be no exception. Remember this is America.
Help us to keep our T.L. a democratic paper — repre-
sentative of ALL.

CAMPUS CHATTER

AS ALWAYS, WE ARE EXCEEDINGLY
pleased to greet the younger members of our
family. Yes, Frosh, we mean you! For in you, we see
ourselves in retrospect.

We may be silly sophomores, jivey juniors, and
sophisticated seniors now; but one, two, three years
ago we felt just as bewildered — by the new faculty and
students — by the two number 8's marked "Govans"
and "Towson" — by the Dorm being divided into New-
well Hall and Richmond Hall (Yours Truly never has
figured out the boundaries for the two. She just fol-
lows the crowd.) — by the voice test when we wheezed
out "Arthur the Rat" — and, oh, yes, by the courses
fnough said).

Yes, you're bewildered now, but wait until you're
upperclassmen and see how wonderfully important you
feel. After you're here awhile and really become a part
of the college, nothing could ever drag you away. It's
a part of you — you belong to it. Oh, it's great fun!
Naturally, there's work, but even that can be made
pleasant (I keep telling myself). If you don't have to
work to arrive at your goal, the goal isn't worthwhile
is it? So, we take the bitter with the sweet and even
the bitter isn't too bad.

There's only one trouble with college life and that's
the fact that the four years go too quickly. Just when
we feel settled in a nicely worn rut, it's time to leave; but
we'll leave with that nice warm glow, thinking, "I am
part of that college and four wonderful years were
spent there." Well, Frosh, reminiscing with you has
been fun. These years are yours to do with as you
please — you can make them fun or — (well we won't
talk about that). We know they'll be fun. Loads of
luck!!

And now, since you are a part of us, let's get ac-
quainted. Let me expose you to the rest of the student
body. It's so much nicer when you can go through the
corridors saying "hello" to everyone. There are eight
of you. Right?

Margaret Worley — comes from Western — loves
sports and participates in many — (I'll bet the gym
department has a broad smile for that) — heart in-
terest in the Army Air Corps.

Phyllis Keseling — another Westernite — wild about
dancing, music, and the Navy Air Corps — as cute as
she can be — a very sweet blonde.

Edith Paul — from Patterson Park — enjoys bicycle-
riding and (T.L. Editor, here's a prospect for your

staff since she loves to write. for a newspaper) — Navy
is tops.

Florence Boguicki — also from Patterson Park-
good bowler — loves roller skating — just adores City
College (we wonder why !)

Thelma Flax — from Eastern — collects records —
likes the movies — enjoys dancing — heart throbs for a
certain Marine now in the South Pacific.

Jeanne Kniesche — another Easternite — swell girl —
spends her leisure time (when do you have any?) danc-
ing and skating.

Jane Downing — Catonsville — likes music. (I can see
Miss Weyforth glem now; have you joined the Glee
Club yet?) medicine, poetry, and books.

Presley Sapp — yes, girls, another man! — very nice-

a little on the quiet side
say about quiet men !)

-(but, you know what they

S.T.C. is really jumping ahead to the big occasion
of the year, May Day. Look! devastating Seniors, the
student body is discussing, not too cooly, their choices
of the prospective Queen and court. Our compliments
to Lillian Carlisle and Harry Zemel for such hustling.

Freshman Mother's Weekend begins March 2, at
2 :30 p. m. and lasts until noon March 3. There will be
opportunity for the Mothers to visit classes and meet
with the advisors and instructors. The Fathers are
invited to tour the campus Saturday morning and to
stay for lunch. Parents — we welcome you to S.T.C.

The halls were echoing with, Did you like it? as Dr.
Crabtree's Contemporary Drama (broad "a" please),
class returned from seeing Tallulah Bankhead in
"Foolish Notion" on Wednesday, February 21. Every-
one agreed that she would like to see it again.

Those sophisticated young women who seem to be
trying to become accustomed to S.T.C. once again, are
Our returning Student Teachers. Welcome back,
mates! At this time we may wish smooth sailing to the
students who have gone to master the seas of Student
Teaching. Bon Voyage!

Wedding bells and Navy blue lured our petite
Maddy Jackson away. The best of success and happi-
ness to you, Maddy.

Before her trip to California, Dr. Lynch stopped in
at S.T.C. to see how things were. She is much happier
about the trip than we are about her departure.

(Continued on page 8)
THE TOWER LIGHT

■G.I. COLUMN

Report from Italy:

THE FOLLOWING REQUEST WAS MADE BY
Lt. General Ira C. Eaker, Commander in Chief of
the Mediterranean Allied Air Forces:

Sometimes a clipping from a hometown paper — like
yours, for example — can mean as much as a medal to
the morale of a fighting man overseas, whether he's
a pilot, mechanic or a clerk. We realize that you are
probably short handed these days, but if you should
use the enclosed release would you send us a clipping?
We will see that it gets tacked on the men's squadron
bulletin board where not only he, but the rest of his
unit will be able to appreciate it — as well as your
thoughtfulness.
At a Fifteenth Air Force Service Group Chapel — Italy:

"Add to the usual problems of forming a choir, with
children ranging in age from four to fourteen years,
such other problems as foreign language, and visiting
parents and relatives who want to participate, and
you have some idea of the difficulties of the job under-
taken by Master Sergeant Charles Haslup of Linthi-
cum Heights, Maryland.

The Americans attending Christmas morning ser-
vice were given a pleasant surprise when sixteen
children sang four carols in English and four carols in
Italian while Sgt. Haslup played the organ.

Given four weeks in which to learn enough Italian
to make himself understood, Sgt. Haslup proceeded to
first teach these Italian children how to pronounce the
English words to the Christmas carols. This he did
without benefit of the usual schoolroom materials such
as the blackboards, textbooks, or song sheets. Once
the difficulty of pronouncing English words was over-
come, the love of music inherent in all Italians as-
serted itself in the ease with which the children
hurdled such musical barriers as melody, rhythm and
harmony.

Each child was accompanied by from two to five
relatives, all of whom insisted on joining in the singing
and becoming a part of the choir. "I had more trouble
handling the relatives than I did teaching the children,"
said Sgt. Haslup who is well acquainted with the prob-
lem of teaching.

Sgt. Haslup taught music at the Brooklyn Park
School, Baltimore, and the Severn School, Arundel,
after graduating from the State Teachers College in
Towson. He was studying for a Master's Degree at the
University of Maryland before coming overseas in
August, 1942.
MARCH • 1945

HOKUS POKUS

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Dear Friends,

Ah, it certainly feels good to get out of the easy
corner for a little while and to be with you once again !
You know, writing a letter to you every month is really
quite broadening for me. If I had to stay cooped up all
day like my insect friends, I'd go buggy. They're
really missing something by not going out into the
world and getting a little education for themselves.
Now me! I make education a pleasure for myself —
going around to see what I can pick up. Incidently
I've gathered quite a bit for you to read. This time
I've caught you a few boners on student teachers.
(He-he, now watch their faces get red.) But honestly,
I really don't think they'll mind. The first one is quite
a slip :

While Miss Lehman was teaching her lesson in the
sixth grade, little Tommy, apparently annoyed at
something, scribbled large letters on a piece of paper
and held it up for her to see. She read the sign which
said: " Your slip is showing Miss Lehman." A bit dis-
turbed at her ignoring his polite warning, Tommie
wrote another sign and this one said: "It's really true,
Miss Lehman."

The second episode occurred in art class. The
student teacher on asking a pupil what he was paint-
ing received this come back: "How do I know? I haven't
finished yet."

Children always like to be helpful, and in this case
the child was extremely so. A little fourth grade boy
thought he was doing his teacher a favor by flattening
out her speed-ball pen. Of course she was most grateful.

They're "bon" boners, eh?

Signed: Hokus Pokus

P. S. I understand I'm going to have a bit of open
competition with this new Open Forum. But I'll tell
you what we'll do. Write them your business problems
and write me your personal problems. That ought to
work out fine.

—Introducing ■ ■ - "OUR CAMPUS TODAY"—

AT THE REQUEST of alumni overseas, many of our "outside readers" and our own colleagues we are starting
with this issue a series of articles which will present a resume of our campus today. It is difficult for us here to
realize that S.T.C. has undergone some serious changes with the past six years. It is with this in view that we
present the first in the series.

invaluable when you're doing research for a unit. You
can borrow the key from Miss Holt. Go in and look
over the available slides, film strips and books — also
the attractive displays in the cases! You can't go
wrong !

Finally, here are some suggestions that will make
you a favorite at the library (and I don't mean apple-
polishing!):

1. Return your books on time. Keep your name off
the "black list" of overdue books. And don't forget,
those faculty reserve books come in promptly at 9 :00
a. m. !

2. Try to take good care of your library card —
don't lose it! Try to carry it around in your purse or
notebook — make it something you have with you all
the time, so that you don't have to take out a tempo-
rary card.

3. If you do make a misstep and have to pay a fine,
don't let the "I.O.U." "go" for a long time. Pay
promptly!

4. Take good care of the library books you borrow.
Resist the impulse to take notes in the margins and
turn down pages to mark your place.

5. Don't hoard books! In other words, don't take
out 7 -day books that are in great demand and forego
using them until the day before they must be returned.
Think of all the other students who could have been
using them the other six days !

6. Use the library for studying — if you want to talk
and laugh, go somewhere on the campus that's used for
social gatherings. Remember, somebody else might
want to study!

7. ABOVE ALL, use your library! Miss Barclay,
especially, will love you forever and a day if you can go
to the reference room and work intelligently with the
books there. Learn which books devote themselves to
historical bibliography; which are best for reviews of
current popular fiction, and so on. It's an immeasur-
able help to you in locating what you want quickly,
and you save valuable time of Miss Barclay, Miss
Yoder, and Miss Holt, if you can learn to work inde-
pendently.

I guess that about covers it! And don't think I'm
setting myself up as a paragon of virtue as far as this
library business is concerned, either. How do you
think I know about all the wrong things to avoid, if I
hadn't done them myself? Eileen Lynch

THE TOWER LIOHT

The School Library

THE FOLLOWING SUGGESTIONS ARE SET
down to assist in acquainting freshmen with the
S.T.C. library, and, to offer a new fact or two to the
entire student body.

I'm sure you all know that the library is in the Ad
Building — the North Wing. It includes the reference
reading room, magazine room — on the second floor,
and two other rooms containing books, in one of
which the section known as "faculty reserve" is lo-
cated. It is quite a library — 37,000 volumes' worth.
You can get books for the terms, for overnight or for
weekly use. Freshmen are not properly initiated, until
they have received instruction in using the library for
supplementary reading materials. The reference read-
ing room houses standard encyclopedias (Britannica,
World Book, etc.), dictionaries, and special-subject
reference books.

Miss Yoder and Miss Barclay preside over the
library. As most of you have probably already dis-
covered, both are more than cooperative in helping
students find what they need. Miss Yoder may be
relied upon always to acquaint you with the latest
children's books. Many's the time I've stopped by her
desk to return a book and she has given me fine
children's books to look over. She always points out
some special illustration or passage which is a favorite
of hers. Students may receive grand hints for biblio-
graphies of children's books through her suggestions.

In the room containing faculty reserve books and
popular friction, there is a big fireplace, with two com-
fortable leather chairs in front of it — take a tip from
yours truly, there is no better place to study for Dr.
Hartley's history tests.

Miss Holt, of magazine-room fame, is always ready
and willing to help in every way. She really is the
"Mr. Anthony" of the pamphlets, clippings, maga-
zines and pictures; in short, of the Periodical Depart-
ment. The fairly recent back issues of magazines are
on the shelves directly under the current issues, and
there are tables for reading. I've never thought the
magazine room was as well-populated as it should be —
so, what are you waiting for? Go up and pay Miss
Holt's department a visit at the earliest possible
moment. And, oh, yes — the curriculum room is
directly across the hall from the magazine room. It is

THE CHALLENGE— -From the Grandstand-

DEMOCRACY: A BLESSING, AN IDEAL, A
Challenge — a challenge that carries with it all
the responsibilities and privileges of an American
citizen. We, the youth of America, have so accepted
our share of the responsibilities, that public notice has
been given us in regard to one of the major privileges —
the right to vote.

Fiery as campaign speeches, are the authorities'
answers to the question. Shall the voting age be
lowered to 18? Some examples of the views expressed
are:

"Raise — don't lower the voting age." "We don't
want rule by-a-few." "Add red blood to the elec-
torate." "Wake up the schools." "There is no magic
in 21."

It is interesting to note that authorities tend to
divide almost evenly on the proposed measure. Those
who favor it agree that 18 year-olds who are old enough
to be conscripted to fight are mature enough to help
determine the issues for which they fight. Norman
Thomas, Chairman of the Executive Committee Post-
war World Council, and Dr. George D. Stoddard,
Pres. of the University of New York State are staunch
upholders of this opinion.

A definitely opposite view is presented by Dorothy
Canfield Fisher, a member of the American Youth
Commission. She asserts that the qualities involved
in making a good soldier-physical vitality, instinctive
reflex of obedience to orders, and the willingness to
accept and carry out a plan rather than criticize and
weight it — are unquestionably converse to the in-
dependent qualities involved in making a good citizen.
Dr. Virgil Hancher, Pres. of Iowa State University
supports this conviction.

Another ground for disagreement is the question of
the education and political experience of 18 year-olds.
Are they more educated and more experienced at 21
than they are at 18? Edith B. Joyner, ex-Pres. of the
National Education Association, carries the standard
for the 18 year-olds by stating that they are better
educated as a whole than the 21 year-olds of just half a
century ago, and that statistics prove the average
mental age in the U. S. to be only that of an 18 year-
old. As for their experience, she upholds that "the
experience of today's youth includes travel and con-
tact with people, and knowledge of social and political
conditions that their ancestors never dreamed of."

On the other hand, The Association of the Bar of the
City of New York consider 18 year-olds as being in the
process of acquiring an education, and as having little
or no "real" experience in business or politics. In spite
MARCH • 1945

IT IS QUITE EVIDENT THAT OUR GIRLS ARE
working extremely hard this season to pile up
points toward their athletic awards. On Tuesday,
January 23, many of our fellow classmates (or should
I say muscular ferns?) strutted into the gymnasium
floor to receive their awards which were presented by
Dr. Wiedefeld and Mary Ellen Perrin, the president
of the A.A. Everyone was dressed for the occasion —
and I do mean dressed !

February 10 found the basketball elective in full
swing. Our freshmen team took on Goucher's J.V.
and our sophomores challenged Goucher's varsity. I
am happy to announce that the freshmen were victor-
ious while the sophomores came in a close second
(sounds better this way).

We were sorry to hear of Arelyn Thomas's accident,
the latest report is that it is a strained ligament.

The Challenge— (Continued)
of the apparent dissent on the topic however, a nation-
wide poll, as recorded by Dr. Gallup reveals that 52%
of the public favor lowering the voting age, whereas
the lesser percentage oppose.

But has youth remained an idle bystander in the
discussion? to the contrary. If our action in the matter
can be termed "waiting" at all, it was a watchful wait-
ing, for organizations of young men and women sprang
up almost at the instant concern over the measure
reached its peak. Youthbuilders, one of the first
nation-wide groups to be formed, answered the chal-
lenge by conducting a poll in the 12 to 18 group. Were
they in favor of lowering the voting age to 18? Indeed
they were — and by a majority of 75% over 25%. But
what about the opinions of youths in Maryland,
students at the college a few years ago likewise voted
on the question. Result: — the voting age should re-
main 21. The question has since been overshadowed
by the problems of total war, but is now being revived,
not only by the House of Delegates in which a bill in
favor of lowering the voting age was introduced in
January, but by an active young people's organiza-
tion known as "The Young Citizens Committee."
True, the committee is important because it has "de-
clared in favor of lowering Maryland's legal voting
age" and is campaigning for the measure's support, but
more important still is this striking indication that
youth is on the "alert".

Thus we, the Youth of America, strive to do our
part in behalf of democracy — a challenge that is ours
to meet.

OPEN FORUM

DO YOU KNOW

THE FOLLOWING QUESTIONS AND
answers were submitted by both faculty and
students. If your question is not answered look for it
in the April issue.

Why do the dorm students have to pay a radio fee if it
is not for the electricity?

It is a nuisance fee, which goes to the Office of Comp-
trollers just as the other college fees.

Could we build up a repertoire of college songs?

Yes, in fact a committee under Miss Lorraine Dief en-
bach is now working on this project with the help of
Miss Weyforth and Mrs. Stapleton.

Our section will graduate in June, and as yet we have
not had one course in philisophy. Is it not im-
portant for us to determine our philosophy of life
and our philosophy of teaching as far as possible
while in college? It seems to me that each student
should have the benefit of at least one good course in
philosophy.

Only to a certain extent, for you come here with
your own philosophy. It is an evolving concept, per-
haps determined here in college but many times not
decided upon until later in life. You were given
History of Education because it is a required course in
the new curriculum under which we are all working.
This course is a necessity if post graduate work is
desired. After the class of '46, Philosophy of Educa-
tion will be an elective.

May students give suggestio?is to their teachers of
practice?

In the student teaching period students and teachers
are working cooperatively toward the same goals.
Because of her professional experience and under-
standing of children, the teacher usually acts as a
guide for the student. Frequently, however, superior
students and those who are talented in dramatics,
music, art, and physical education, make notable con-
tributions to the work of the practice centers and occa-
sionally to the activities of the entire school. Origin-
ality, initiative, and creative ability are characteristics
of the "master teacher." Constructive suggestions
courteously given by competent students are always
welcome to those who work with student teachers.

. Lucy Scott

Special Note to G.I.: — If you have any questions that
you would like to ask, we shall do our best to answer
them. Mail them now in care of the Tower Light.

Ida Sendelback got three carnations from "Her
guy" on Valentines' Day? Norma Mattingly and
Mickie Schochet received red roses.

That it is a reminder of former days to hear mascu-
line voices at the dinner table?

Dr. J. Y. West has been giving after school courses
in Science to Baltimore teachers.

Who wears an identification bracelet engraved
"Bud", but goes with "Bob"?

Who is undressed without her U.S.A. Sergeants'
Pin?

Who is marrying "Eddie" in June?

The girls in Junior I who seem somewhat interested
in Lutheran ministers?

Why Cecy Moran receives so many letters from an
Air Corps fellow stationed in Alabama? Has also re-
ceived several long distance phone calls.

Some girl wears a Sailors white uniform around the
dorm at night?

Helen Martin is wearing a Navy Blue suit with
American beauty accessories.

Betty Lee Granger is engaged to Ned Harding,
Army Air Corps. Air Corps really fly high these days.
(I wonder if Daddy remembers the proper way to put
the ring on the finger.)

That Lucy Goldsmith is wearing a beautiful
diamond from Dave Ellis. Best wishes Betty and
Lucy.

Dr. Hartley has been teaching courses in Visual
Education at John Hopkins University.

Who dates a certain Harry (USN) every weekend,
but says he means nothing to her.

Who drives to school in her own convertible?

Who Mary Rose Reeves sailor friend is, whom we
often hear her speak about in the evenings.

Who trims her blonde tresses with tortoise shell
barretts?

Mr. Moser has been giving lectures to teachers in
Frederick.

Who is it that Don would like to see in a blue suit
in the Easter parade?

A tall dark haired Sophomore is wearing a black
suit with a beautiful white frilly blouse and black
shoes. By the way, this will be the first time she has
worn black so she is very anxious for Easter to come.

Who sports a new City College ring?

Dr. Dowell does war work at the Union Memorial
Hospital one night a week.

Why Dot Ecker doesn't write more letters to Joe?
Could it have been the Christmas rush and tests?

THE TOWER LIGHT

CLUBS

PROFESSIONAL

THE MEMBERS OF OUR EVER-FAITHFUL
Glee Club have been doing their part in helping to
keep up the morale of our service men. It was only a
few weeks ago that I heard about the interesting bus
trip they made to Aberdeen to sing to the soldiers in
the hospital. On January 27, they gave a concert at
the Charles Street U.S.O., throughly enjoying an
evening of dancing. They are planning a full schedule
for spring: A concert at Camp Meade, entertainment
for Freshmen Mother's Weekend, May Day and
Commencement. Nice Work— Glee Club— Keep it up!

I understand they are proud to boast an addition to
the bass section. Better watch out girls, or they'll
drown you out yet!

The Rural Club is planning a series of programs on
"The Young People's Place in the Community." This
topic will be developed through discussions led by
prominent people in the community such as a minister,
a Boy Scout, a High School Senior, a business man,
etc. Before they began this series, they felt that they
were very fortunate in having Miss Lena Van Bibber
on February 19, speak to them and discuss with them
the Dumbarton Oaks Plan.

The dorm students have enjoyed the "hymn sing"
after supper Sunday evening. This is one of the new
projects of the Student Christian Association. More
are sure to follow.

The Marshalls held their induction service in
January. It was at this meeting that Miss Lena Van
Bibber gave quite an interesting account of the History
of the Marshalls.

Attention all instrument players!! The "Swing
Orchestra" needs a 1st violinist, a bass violinist, a
trombonist, and a trumpet player. Come on! Get out
those instruments and "make with the Jive." See Mr.
Kiser for details.

Little Theatre Guild — forgive us — It was not
Dicken's "Christmas Carol" that was much applauded
at our Christmas Assembly, but our own Mrs. Staple-
ton's "A Christmas Dream." In fact, the production
was so outstanding that the club received the follow-
ing comment for Dr. Wiedenfeld in a note which speaks
for all of us. "You and your adviser deserve much
commendation and gratitude from the entire college
personnel for your fine contribution."

Ah, but don't let us forget — this isn't all the Little
Theatre Group has done. They donned their work
clothes and helped the Safety Council clean out the
fire hazards behind the stage. Could it be that there's
another dramatic production in the air???
MARCH • 1945

Teachers and the War

IT HAS OFTEN BEEN SAID THAT TEACHERS
show their patriotism by staying with their pro-
fession despite the fact that their pay is rather low
compared to that received in other types of work. This
"sticking with the job" is one of the most important
evidences of the teaching of patriotism by example but
there are many others which the general public fails to
realize.

When war was first declared, many teachers in
Maryland enrolled in and successfully completed the
Red Cross First Aid Training Course. An equally
large number volunteered for civilian defense duties.
Teachers further backed up war efforts by registering
men for the draft, distributing ration books, aiding
salvage campaigns through the schools, and support-
ing the Red Cross drives for funds by contributions as
well as arousing pupil interest. In addition to all of
these contributions of time, work, and money to our
nation's war efforts, nearly all the teachers in Mary-
land are members of the Treasury Department's pay-
roll deduction plan for purchasing bonds. Many
teachers also buy additional bonds and stamps through
the school and are at the same time active participants
in the War Loan Drives. Our own faculty is an ex-
ample of the enthusiasm shown throughout the state
during the Fifth and Sixth War Loan Drives: "During
the last two War Loan Drives a goal was named for the
employees of each State Department for purchases of
war bonds. Both times the faculty and staff employees
of this college over-reached the specified goal. During
the Fifth War Loan Drive the amount of purchases
was $10,350, and during the Sixth War Loan Drive the
amount of purchases was $7,485.25."

In Maryland are 1019 schools (public and parochial)
with an enrollment of 280,858 pupils. During the four
month period from September to December 1944,
schools in sixteen counties and in Baltimore City sold
$3,802,301.50 in bonds and stamps. The raising of this
immense sum was due not only to the patriotic fervor
of the children but also, in large measure, to our per-
sistent efforts of teachers and principals. The children
are urged to buy enough bonds and stamps to pay for a
piece of equipment for the Army or Navy. The name
of the school is placed on a plate on some part of the
equipment purchased.

Teachers have been campaigning for each child to
buy at least one 10 cent stamp a week. All schools
which have 90% or more of their students buying

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Professional — (Continued from page 7)

bonds and stamps each week are entitled to fly a
"minute man" banner. Only 99 schools in the state
have reported their eligibility for flying these flags.
The Lida Lee Tall School can fly one as over 90% of
the pupils are weekly buyers. Colleges, too, are entitled
to fly "90% flags". Goucher College is campaigning
for one for each dormitory. State Teachers College
can report on this percentage of stamp buyers as all of
us contribute at least 10 cents a week toward a war
bond for our Victory Pool.

One may ask what teachers have done to promote
bond sales. Teacher enthusiasm has been transmitted
to the pupils of our state so that millions of dollars
have been loaned to our government to finance the
war. In many classrooms, the pupils have been
divided into teams under the direction of the teacher.
Each week the teachers encourage the team captains
to strive for 100% cooperation from team members.
The pupils in turn, enlist the aid of their parents who
do what they can to help John's or Mary's "team." In
several rural communities the pupils and teachers
"sell to swell" bond purchase totals. Maple trees were
tapped and the syrup sold, milkweed pods were col-
lected and sold. Individuals earn money outside of
school to buy war stamps. Teachers have adapted
class programs to push purchases. Arithmetic lessons
can be based on bond sales; February's many holidays
provided excellent opportunities for special bond pur-
chase programs.

When we see a few of the many things done in just
one of the 48 states through teacher-pupil efforts, we
can readily see how our country has benefited by her
system of free education. The teachers of Maryland
and of the United States have been behind the war
effort 100% and will stand behind it until the task has
been successfully completed. Daniel Melchier, Direc-
tor, Education Section, War Finance Division, U. S.
Treasury Department, says of teachers efforts,
"Through their example teachers have raised the
morale of the entire community — kept our ideals
bright, our faith firm, and our information straight.
They have proven once again, if proof were needed,
that the school is not only the most relied-upon and
taken-for-granted community agency — it is also the
most trusted and respected — above the banks, the
press, employers, the 'government'."

Jean Barnes

Campus Chatter— (Continued from page 2)

To North Carolina and to Duke University has gone
one of our beloved instructors — Mr. Moser, whom we
8

assume will be Dr. Moser in the not too-distant future.
He has been granted a six months leave of absence
from the college, during which time, he will work to-
ward his Doctorate in Psychology. It was distressing
to see him leave but we know that his time spent here
will be most valuable to him and we shall, in turn,
benefit from his experiences.

The day before Mr. Moser left the portals of S.T.C.,
the psychology class "threw" a little party — complete
with cokes and ginger snaps. At that time he received
many appropriate gifts. (???) To replace his immortal
blocks, there was a bag of marbles; for his shoes, some
polish ; for the boring classes, a stick of gum ; and for
the "nuts" he's bound to find at Duke — a bolt. Each
present was accompanied by a clever verse. (Thanks
to Kay.) We all laughed and had a grand social time,
but there was still that slight touch of sadness that is
present when one we know and love leaves us.

Good-luck in all your endeavors, Mr. Moser. We
are truly looking forward to your return in September.

Margie Yockel, our spur-of-the-moment girl, also
answered a call from the sea. She'd make a cute Wave.

Has anyone learned that new dance step? Ask P.
Crump about the Belvedere Glide and her hep cat
jiver. It looks interesting.

What's the buzzing we hear about the new Spring
Events? D. Hammerman's work with the decorations
committee makes it sound like a Freshman dance.
Could it be? Let us in on it, too.

The opening of the new Student-Faculty Activity
Room which has already acquired any number of
synonyms was a gala affair. With the faculty serving
tea to the students on January 25th and 26th it was an
occasion everyone would like to repeat. We certainly
owe our thanks to the whole faculty and especially
Mrs. Brouwer for making such a room possible.

SCANSION OF POETRY

Just look at those old poetry lines
We have to scan each day,
And every single one of them
Is scanned a different way.
There are too many things to know !
The names of all the feet,
The different ways to accent words,
The rhythm and the beat.
Poetry lines are hard to scan —
When you can't use your head
There's just one thing left to do,
And that is, go to bed.

Aleda Hebner
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Volume XII, No. 48

April, 1945

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§ "Lift your glad voices in triumph, on high, §

O For Jesus hath risen and man cannot die." Q

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"For those who believe, no explanation is necessary.
For those who do not believe, there is no explanation!"

Can You Be Trusted?

AS VOL ASK YOURSELF THIS QUESTION
try to picture a temple many years ago filled
with the most learned doctors of the day. Can you
see them standing around talking in their own dis-
tinctive manner of the current affairs of the day. J A
child of twelve enters; obviously he has this thought
in mind when he says, "I must be about my Father's
business." xMtentively he stands hearing them and
asking them questions. They understand not what
He says and are astonished at His understanding and
answers.

Now visualize many years later. The scene is on
a mountain top. This same small boy, now a man, is
appearing before His disciples saying, "Go ye there-
fore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the
name of the Father and of the Son, and of the Holy
Ghost."

Jesus was given a task, for God knew that He
could be trusted.

Today you — you here at State Teachers College
are being trusted with the most vital part of our re-
sources— CHILDREN.

A teacher — He was a teacher of exactly the same
principles for which this war is being fought. As
such, He could help the needy, enlighten the masses,
and encourage the weak.

We can strive to do many of the very same things
today, but before we can be trusted to guide the lives
of others we must be sure we can trust ourselves to
live the life as He once lived it, a life of truth and
purity. We must open our own eyes to the truth,
beauty, faith and love around us before we can open
the eyes of children.

EASTER IN LITTLE THINGS

Not only in the joyous burst of celestial gladness
which contrasts so triumphantly with the gloom of
Good Friday, can be found the true spirit of Easter.
In the unnoticed implications of countless little
things, crowding upon us on all sides, bloom the pro-
found truths of life. To the seeing eye, hope ever-
lasting is revealed in the opening of the tight little
maple buds, in the hatching, of the tiny insect egg, in
the daily wonder of the sunrise. Small human acts,
beneath a cloak of vain triviality, often disclose
intangible spiritual yearnings. The casting aside of

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APRIL

1945

OUR CAMPUS TODAY

— Newell and Richmond Halls.

INspitc of many changes the routine administration
of dormitory life continues. To the Tower Light
readers, however, the dormitory would like to call
attention to its new features and services.

The old billiard room in Newell Hall has been con-
verted into an attractive study or conference room
which is furnished with comfortable green leather
chairs that the students are inclined to wish the
pieces in their own rooms, or suggest that they be
used in the foyer for lounging or at a dance in the
gymnasium.

Another new room is number 101 Newell Hall, the
guest room. It was a student room that is furnished
with cherry twin beds and several mahogany pieces.

To aid us in buffet service, the dormitory has made
purchases of fine china. Numerous patterns in
French Haviland, Chinese ware and English china
make up the collection.

When the dormitory finds the help situation almost
impossible, students come to the rescue and do such
jobs as washing dishes and serving in the cafeteria.

In a very small way, we feel we are doing some
service to education and to the community by
housing numerous groups of people.

Last fall a group of Goucher students came to live
with us on fifth and sixth floors Richmond Hall. The
girls eat their breakfast with us but have their other
meals at Mary Fisher Hall on their own Towson
campus. Their resident director is Miss Josephine
Fiske of the Goucher faculty.

Quite often throughout the year, Sheppard and
Pratt Hospital sends to us occupational therapy
students who come to them from various colleges in
the United States and Canada.

Baltimore County Teachers who commute to their
various schools each day live in Richmond Hall too.
Another group of teachers, the cadets, who are a part
of the Freshman class, and who are making a fine
contribution to their county and country live with
us. They graduated from high school and spent six
weeks at summer school "learning the ropes" of the
teaching profession.

As in the past, the cottage is in use this semester
as a boys' dormitory.

The basement of Newell Hall houses the Towson
Nursery School for children of working mothers. The
tiny tots arrive at seven and some stay as late as six
or seven in the evening. They eat, sleep and play in
the school. The nursery maintains its own kitchen
in the bakery of the school kitchen. It is not a part
2

DO YOU KNOW

Who runs around drumming up business for the
15% club?
Where Dr. Crabtree buys her beautiful blouses.
Captian Miller is now Major Miller.
What tall dark-haired Junior rushes to catch the
No. 8 street car that meets the Loyola bus.

That Charlotte Gross got her ring from Peck on
March 26. (Speaking of birthdays! ! !)

Peggy Johnston has left to attend Susquehanna
University. Best of luck, Peg. We'll miss you.
Where in the dorm I could have seen these signs:
"Sleeping Rooms" "Flat for Rent."
Quarantined — "Mumps." (In keeping with the

times.)
"Happy Wedding day — January 31, 1949" (His

enlistment is up.)
"Photograph Tinting — 25c (A plug for you,

Jean.)
"Silence — Genius at Work" (Imagine McCutch-

eon, too.)
"Live and Learn" — "Souls Undaunted" — "The

Angel."
Sinatra, Van, Havre de Grace High, and the

U. S. Navy.
"Where There Is A Will, There Is A Way"
"Entrez Diables."
Jean Nelson is looking extra nice lately? Could it
be the influence of that soldier from Texas?

Who gets personal attention from Bill at Tuesday
night swimming classes?

Lieutenant Crook is now Captain Crook?
Who is now wearing an anti-tank pin since Al jwas
home for a weekend?

Who is it that Cece Moran has been waiting to
hear from "in person." Understand by the grape-
vine that he's in "these parts" now. No calls from
Alabama for at least a week.

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Our Campus Today

of State Teachers, but a United States government
project.

In summer the school kitchen has also been shared
with the canning center to which people from the
entire community come with their fruits and vege-
tables.

Yet we still house the regular student body quite
adequately and still enjoy the usual social functions —
pajama parties and formal dinners.

A. Baker and M. C. Kahl

THE TOWER LIGHT

LITERARY

CLUBS

Booker T. Washington's Contribution to
Our Cultural Development

DR. WASH IXC TON WAS HORN A SLAVE,
but he became one of the most useful and dis-
tinguished of American citizens. The White Race
as u ell as the Negro is indebted to him because of the
work he did in regards to industrial education for the
Negro. He emphasized "that learning to do the
common things of life in an uncommon way is an
essential part of all education." He believed that
contact with great men and women was far more
educational than getting information from books and
costlv apparatus. His desire was that school might
learn to study men and things.

Washington started Tuskegee with thirty students
on an old plantation equipped with a kitchen, a
stable, and a henhouse. The students were taught
to bake bricks and to construct buildings because
they needed buildings in which to live. A farm was
started where they learned to raise their own food.
The students were taught how to "partake of food
with ceremony" at each one of the three meals every

day.

The school grew and as it grew, so grew its founder.
His influence, like that of his school, was at first com-
munity wide, then county wide, then state wide, and
finally nation wide.

As leader of his people, Dr. Washington urged
Negroes to make a little heaven right here and now
bv putting business methods into their farming, be-
having attractive homes, and by cultivating friendly
relations with their neighbors.

He believed that "in all things that are purely
social we can be as separate as our fingers, yet one as
the hand in all things essential to mutual progress."
He never deviated from that principle.

"Tuskegee takes students almost literally out of
the gutter, puts them on their feet, and sends them
out honest, peaceful, useful citizens. This is the
ideal for which Dr. Washington struggled."

Has any other citizen contributed more toward
making America "the land of the free? ? ?"

Virgil Lankford

A PRAYER

O Lord, may I from day to day
More like Thyself appear to be,
That others when they look on me
May thy rich truths abundant see.

Bettie Everett

HAVE YOU SEEN AND HEARD ALL THOSE
Bluejays and Juncos around the front of the
Ad Building, especially when the ground was covered
with ice and snow for several weeks? The members
of the Natural History Group have been feeding them
at the bird station in the sunken garden.

As Spring approaches the members of N.H.G. be-
gin plans for Spring hikes. So put on your "Specks"
and watch the N.H.G. bulletin board for the an-
nouncement of hikes and plan to join us, won't you? ?

The Glee Club helped entertain the mothers after
the Freshmen Mother's Dinner on March 2.

The A. A. is making plans for a tournament be-
tween the sections during an assembly period in the
near future.

I hear that the Marshalls are making great plans
for V-Day. We hope that we will have occasion to
witness these plans — BUT SOON.

"Easter in Story and Song" wa; presented
under the auspices of the S.C.A. and Choir on the
night of March 26 in Richmond Hall Parlor. This
unique presentation was written by Miss Iona Sikes
who visited our campus several weeks ago represent-
ing the Student Christian Movement.

The S.C.A. was also fortunate in having Mrs.
Patricia Reith as Vesper Speaker. Mrs. Reith re-
presented the Friends Society and told us of the
worthwhile Volunteer Summer Projects that many
College Students engaged in last summer and urged
us to do the same.

Flash! Flash! Flash! Watch for "Fresh Fields," a
three act comedy by Ivor Novello to be presented by
the Little Theater Guild very soon.

Smile at me that I may see

Smile at me
That I may see
Violets blooming in the spring
And hear the song the bluebirds sing.
Laugh with me and free all care
Everywhere in a world so fair,
Neither sorrow nor grief will find a way
To break that seal and hope to stay-
in our glad hearts where love is nigh.
Nothing on earth can break our tie
Either while we live or when we die.

Dorothea Vogel

APRIL

1945

G.I. COLUMN

"15TH AAF IN ITALY— 2ND LT. ROBERT

Curland, 5206 Reisterstown Road, Baltimore, Md.,
naviagator on a B-24 Liberator bomber, has arrived
in the 15th AAF and has been assigned to a veteran
combat group commanded by Lt. Col. Brooks A Law-
hon,- Tacoma, Washington.

His group has more than one hundred thirty-five
missions to its credit over most of the European
countries. He was graduated from a Baltimore high
school in '35 and graduated from Maryland State
Teachers College in '38. Prior to his entry into the
Army, February 7, 1942, he was a teacher in the Balti-
more public schools. He received his wings at Salman
Field, La., September 3, 1944."

Visitors:

A recent visitor to the college was Lt. John Wheeler,
class of '38. John is stationed in Texas and has been
promoted recently to the rank of first lieutenant.
Congratulations, Lt. Wheeler!

We were also glad to welcome Sgt. Morton Krieger,
a former member of the class of '43. Morton is at
Robin Field, Ga. He says, "Still frozen in my job
awaiting the rotation policy in statistical work. Hope
you far away boys can start 'rotating' soon."

John Gwynn, beloved of the children, former janitor
in both the Lida Lee Tall School and the College,
visited us on February 9th. He is now at the Naval
Ammunition Depot, Hastings, Nebraska. John — a
Sgt., 2nd grade — is a steward in the Officer's Club at
the camp.

Harry London — '43, who is just back from a trip to
India, South Africa and South America, paid us a
visit recently.

Ensign Carlisle Refo, U. S. N. R., '43 — visited us
prior to his leaving for the West Coast. He had been
stationed at Miami Beach.

Among other recent visitors at the college were Ted
Katenkamp, ex '44 and Lieutenant (j.g.) Norman
Wilde '40.

We have heard that Warren Wendler — ex '44 —
hopes to study under the foreign language program
of the Navy. He is now A.R.T. Casu. 27. You have
all of our good wishes, Warren !

News from Lemoore Army Air Field, Lemoore, Cal.

"WAC Helene M. Davis, daughter of Frank Davis,
Jarrettsville, Maryland, recently was promoted to

Sergeant by order of Colonel Gerald Hoyle, Com-
manding Officer of Lemoore Army Air Field, Fourth
Air Force Processing^In Center, where Sgt. Davis is
stationed. The sergeant is a Link Trainer instructor.
Link Trainers are simulated airplane cockpits, plus
other attachements, used to instruct pilots in instru-
ment flying. Sgt. Davis was graduated from Mary-
land State Teachers College in 1938, receiving a B.S.
degree in elementary education."

Another Son of S.T.C. Makes Good

Dick Pulse (ex. '43) was awarded the Air Medal and
two Oak Leaf clusters by January 1 of this year and
was promoted to First Lieutenant in February. Con-
gratulations, Dick!

The Honor Society

FOR QUITE SOMETIME, A SPECIAL COM-
mittee with the aid of Miss Woodward, has been
working on the establishment of a new honor society.
The purpose of this proposed society is to give recog-
nition to outstanding citizens for work done in the
school. High scholastic standing will not have an out-
standing part in this organization. Instead' it will re-
cognize achievement in all activities. All offices,
duties and activities will have some point value which
is determined by responsibility and time engaged.

Eligibility to the society would be gained by the ac-
cumulation of a sufficient number of points. As yet,
a definite goal had not been determined. Records on
the point system would be kept by the semester; sum-
mer session counting as one semester.

The society would be well organized as a working
body and as a social group. Once a student gained
entrance to the society her membership would be good
until graduation. After graduation she would be an
honorary member. The society will probably have a
significant name, motto, code, seal, or symbol. Colors
would be chosen to suit the code.

In case of substitution the alternates will receive
the points.

This has no connection with Kappa Delta Pi or
Who's Who.

What is your idea about this new organization?
Only w T ith the full interest and cooperation of the
student body can it be a success. It will be your
society and therefore will be what you make it.

THE TOWER LIGHT

Pts.
All'd

Pts.
Rec'd

Activities and accomplishments

Pts.
All'd

Pts.
Rec'd

Activities and Accomplishments

SCHOLARSHIP

Average (3.6-4.5)
Average (4.6-5.5)
Average (5.6-6.5)
Average (6.6-7.0)

S. G. A.

President

Vice-President, Secretary, Treasurer,

Social Chairman
Representative
Committee Chairman
Committee Member
House Committee Chairman
House Committee Member (Vice-Chair-
man, Secretary, Treasurer, Social

Chairman)
Member of Student-Faculty Council and

Captains in dorm
Senior Class Officers:

President

Vice-President, Secretary, Treasurer,
Social Chairman
Other Class Officers:

President

Vice-President, Secretary, Treasurer,
Social Chairman

Class Committee Chairman

Class Committee Member

Bond Team Captain
Section Officers:

Chairman

Vice-Chairman

Secretary-Treasu rer
Section Committee Chairman:

T.L. Representative

Social Chairman

Fire Marshall

Health Officer

A. A.

President

Vice-President, Secretary, Treasurer

Managers:

Fall, Winter, Spring, Summer

Each Elective

8
6
4
4
8
6
4

12
10

8
6-4-2

5
4
3

SERVICE ORGANIZATIONS
Glee Club:

President

Vice-President, Secretarv, Treasurer

Active Member

Jeannie Group Member Marshalls:
Chief Marshall

Assistant Chief, Secretary, Treasurer
Active Marshall

Tower Light Staff -

Editor

Assistant Editor, and Business

Manager
Staff Member

Contributing Member

CLUBS

Club Officers:
President

Vice-President, Secretarv, Treasurer

Active Member

(pertaining to the following clubs):
A. C. E.
Chimes Guild
N H G

Men's Club
Art Club

Swing Band
I R C

S. C. A.

S C A Choir

Rural Club

INDIVIDUAL CONTRIBUTIONS

Outstanding work done, by individuals

APRIL

1945

CAMPUS CHATTER

MARCH HAS SURELY BLOWN IN LOTS OF

food for thought, talk, and doings.

Echoes of Florida are to be heard amongst the
S.T.C. swimmers who, on Tuesday nights under the
auspices of the Red Cross, swish into the tropical,
chlorined green waters of the City College pool. Say,
aren't the instructors nice? Miss Roach literally had
time on her hands. Any time to spare?

Farewells are extended to Mr. Paine, our smiling
and congenial traffic officer, from the College. We're
all sorry to see you go. Who'll hold back those gruel-
ing and ever anxious autos as confidently as Mr.
Paine? Come and see us often.

What's all the mystery in the I.R.C.? Could it be
that while at the Loyola College gathering, where the
factors of the Dumbarton Oaks Conference were dis-
cussed, they extended invitations to Loyola, Western
Maryland, Goucher, and Johns Hopkins Colleges to
visit our cloisters on March 25, 1945 and present their
various views of the relationships of the United States,
the East, and the Orient? Let us see the light.

At our assembly, March 6, 1945, Mrs. Reith of the
Friends Service Committee stressed the great con-
trasts existing today between the European countries
and the United States. The dislocation of population
in Europe, due to war scattered families, and in the
United States, due to migrations of large industrial
groups, presents a future problem of adjustment that
we as citizens of the world must assume as our re-
sponsibility. All points of prejudice and injustice to-
ward racial and religious groups were acknowledged
as existing and producing an undemocratic attitude in
this closely knitted world, these factors being pre-
sent in our own community. That there are exciting
times in which to be young and alert was Mrs. Reith's
concluding thought.

Why were some of the faculty members so jittery
one Wednesday morning. It had something to do
with a Panel on the Advisory system — didn't it Coach?

Speaking of coaches — quite a few people were dis-
appointed after they had practiced and practiced to
do folk dances at Swarthmore and then discovered
that they were to sleep on the Gym floor. It was de-
cided that blanket rolls were too much to carry
through crowded Pennsylvania Station. True! Bet-
ter luck next time — you really worked hard.

The Dorm was really buzzin' with wild actions the
night before Demonstration night. It was nothing

for the Freshmen to find their beds unmade or them-
selves barracked in their rooms with benches and
chairs. Demonstration night was great, wasn't it!

The Senior Class now taking the History of Educa-
tion Course is working on a Who's Who from State
Teachers Alumni. Do you know what — some of the
people who are to go in this worthy book refuse to give
dates! Now the group is working without dates — but
just you wait!

"Do you know something interesting for the News
Letters?" It's high time we gave Mr. Minnegan the
spot light for his splendid work on this paper. He's a
swell guy doing a swell piece of work for a swell bunch
of fellows.

While dining downtown, we happened to hear two
ladies discussing the campus and nice events of S.T.C.
Yep, we have "Campus Chatter" everywhere. This
time it was about Freshmen Mother's Week-end. That
was really something to talk about. Everyone, in-
cluding the mothers, the faculty, the freshmen and
even the hard-working upper classmen enjoyed every
minute of it from the lovely tea to the invigorating
tour around the grounds. Thank you Dr. Wiedefeld,
Miss Baker and Miss Kahl.

Ford's seems to be overflowing with eye attracting
plays this spring with the complicating "Kiss and
Tell" followed by "Jacobowsky and the Colonel,"
Shubert's "Merry Widow" and "I'll be Waiting."
Many students who enjoyed the movie production of
"Winged Victory" are eagerly waiting the stage play.
And then there is the annually popular "Student
Prince" on the books.

Spring is making its entrance to the S.T.C. campus.
Yes, we know there is a nip in the cold morning air and
the glen (we hate .to admit) isn't as inviting with its
dead branches as it will be (after Glen Day), but we
did see those first few brave robins just a couple of
days ago and the earthworms after the warm rainy
day. We know the buds are just waiting for a little
more encouragement because we have seen the forced
forsythia and magnolia in the dorm. With spring
comes the yearning for new clothes and spring games.
Maybe our competitive games will be an outlet for all
our enthusiasm.

The student body enjoyed the very entertaining
and educational film "The Remarkable Andrew," in
one of its assemblies last month. I'm sure we all pro-

(Conti.iu.d on pag: 10)
THE TOWER LIGHT

From the Grandstand

ID YOU SEE THAT BEAUTIFUL BASKET
Millie made?" "And Mary Caples — gosh, she's
good cutting away from that tall guard." "I don't
see how those girls stand up under the strain." These
are just a few of the many remarks heard from the
balcony as we battled our way to victory (sometimes
defeat) when we played those noted rivals, Notre
Dame and Mount Saint Agnes.

Slushing through a fine mixture of snow, rain, and
sleet we arrived at Notre Dame where we were royally
received. The game got under way with our so-called
Varsity playing theirs. No need to tell you the score —
suffice to say that we lost. Then, on the floor came
their J. V.'s ready to tackle our Freshmen, and tackle
they did; another defeat will go down in history for
us. At the completion of the game, the weary, ex-
hausted players were served delicious punch and
cookies by our hostesses, and a grand time was
enjoyed by all.

A week later a game was scheduled with Mount
Saint Agnes on our court. Spectators galore filled the
APRIL • 1945

balcony — among them our noted specialist and un-
official coach, Doc. Hartley. No kiddin, we do ap-
preciate the yells and cheers from each of you. At
first, we were a little shaky in the knees but it didn't
take long to overcome that. Our opponents were
extra-good ; we realized that, but determination to win
was ever present. It helped, but not enough. Another
loss for the Sophomores but the Freshmen pulled us
out of a hole again by defeating their J. V.'s with a
score of 24-12.

Special thanks to Miss Roach, our coach, for her
untiring efforts and unlimited time given to training
and practice. We do appreciate it tremendously.

The badminton tournament held with Goucher
made a fine showing for us — well, better than usual,
anyway, with three games won and two lost. Some of
our crack players were on the court and I understand
there were beautiful placings made. Congratulations,
girls and to Miss Daniels for having produced such
fine athletes. It was great for you to uphold the
name of the college!

THE CHALLENGE

9 draper

SCARCELY A DAY GOES BY IN WHICH
there is not a lengthy article in the daily news-
paper concerning someone's attaining success. The
statements announcing the fact vary from the simple
"He has reached his goal" to the elaborate "In spite
of all numerous setbacks he has realized at last his
childhood dreams of success." Inspiring? Perhaps
it is just so for some readers, but to the more philo-
sophical and, I might add, to the wiser it is almost an
ironical statement; for has a truly ambitious man ever
really reached his goal? Doubtlessly this same idea
came into Robert Browning's mind as he wrote, "Ah,
but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's
a heaven for?" I once asked a child if he understood
this bit of poetry and to my amazement he replied,
"Oh ves, I know what that means. It means that if I
already know how to saw wood right, I should want
to learn to make a wagon of the wood." Yes, a goal
should not be a stable thing but should be kept con-
tinually advancing, always a step ahead of what we
have already attained.

Needless to say there are those who reach, and hav-
ing grasped what they sought forgot to reach higher.
The fate of such persons is as well known as the fall of
Adam. From all sides we hear. of instances which
might have been avoided by a more energetic reach
and a desire to accomplish. As we see him pictured in
our minds, a (to use his own term) successful and re-
tired business man has absolutely nothing to worry
about now that his goal has been reached. But has
he been successful? His hard work has obtained for
him the fortune he has always desired. He has
amassed so great an amount of money that he is "set
for life." Perfectly content with himself he settles
down to a life of ease, unfortunately forgetting that
the only worthwhile gain is one that brings us closer
to an ever advancing goal. For him there is no longer
any purpose to his actions, he is simply "enjoying"
life. Realization of his error inevitably comes, but
comes too late. A terse, formal note from the bank
informing him that the fortune that was to last for-
ever has swindled to a mere nothing awakens him to
his neglect of a higher goal. Any encouragement
given him is given in vain. He is convinced that he is
a failure, and this conviction brands him one.

It is indeed pleasant to hear of instances in which a
single accomplishment meant the furthering of a goal.
The pages of history are filled with such events taken
from the lives of great men and women. Would there
be world famous paintings if Michaelangelo, Raphael

{Continit.d on pige 12)

Our Father, Who art in Heaven
Show us Thy path of rightousness
That we may come to Thee,
Give us hope that we may find
A paradise reached by neither land nor sea.

Hallowed be Thy name, O Lord

For it is a great name — a name that

Makes us lift up our hearts and say,

"Our humble thanks we give to Thee, O Father

For showing us Thy way.

Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done

On earth as it is in Heaven —
When our life on earth is finished

And we have pledged ourselves anew,

We'll step before your throne, O God,

And humbly bow our heads to you.

Give us this day our daily bread
And forgive us our trespasses as we
Forgive those who trespass against us.

They knew not what they did, O Lord.

Their hearts were filled with grief and pain.

Take them into your heart, dear God,

And show them the right road again.

Lead us not into temptation, for, O Lord,
All mortals are weak souls
Who cannot restrain their hearts
From longing for the betterment of the world
In which they can take a part.
These things are only temporary,
They cannot last for long.

Help them, then, O Father, to see the right things
And show them where they are wrong.

All these things we ask of you —
To show us the way and place,
And deliver us from evil, O Lord,
That we may obtain Thy grace. Amen

Virginia Hurry

Senior II Looks Back

NEAR THE END OF SEPTEMBER, 1942,
nineteen bright eyed freshmen strolled the halls
of S.T.C. in search of fun, classes and instructors.

Who was the instructor who had to sit down to
write on the blackboard, and slide ye chair as he
wrote? {Continued on pigs 9)

THE TOWER LIGHT

MEN'S CORNER

HOKUS POKUS

IT WAS A BLEAK, DRIZZLY DAY AS MISS
Baker, accompanied by our two stalwarts, plowed
back into the wilderness to what is known as the
cottage. At the magic words, "Open Sesame," the
great white door swung open on its gilded hinges. The
trio wended its way up the magnificent, spiraling,
rickety staircase. The guide, Miss Baker, introduced
our two heroes, whom you must know by now are
Norm and Don, to a dark, damp, drabby, shabby,
little den. However, "elbow room, cried Donial
Boone." So-o-o the guide broke down and gave them
a lovely, large, palative, ornate chamber.

On February 3rd, the boys once again climbed the
aforementioned spiral staircase. Upon crossing the
threshold, Norman and Don were struck with awe
(soon they picked themselves up from the floor and
looked about). From the lofty, vaulted, mosaic ceil-
ing hung a huge, crystal chandelier. A white ala-
baster fireplace adorned the far end of the room. As
they strolled down to the other end of the room to ex-
amine the elevator, they sank knee deep in the Persian
rug which carpted the highly polished ebony floor.

When the tower clock struck midnight Norm could
be heard making his way on his hands and knees up
the rickety staircase (he couldn't find the light switch).
Upon entering the room, he was amazed to see Don
lying in bed having a coniption fit. The hours slowly-
wiled away until at 6:45 a crashing, clashing, clanging,
woke our two slumbering heroes — it was Katy's alarm
clock (according to her it only tinkles). To Coach
Minniegan who wasn't in a gay mood because he had
only half an hour's sleep, the alarm came as a blessing
for it meant that our two heroes must get up and leave
the cottage. Peace at last ....

Senior II Looks Back— (Continued from pagz 8)

Remember the time an apple for the teacher saved
us from a health test? (Say, who put that apple there
anyway! !)

Food sure lent a hand in our school career kinds.
Remember the day that angel food cake helped us
slow up a test?

How about that sweltering day in art class when
lemonade was passed around and a certain instructor
said, "Here's to those who love me well , . . ?"

How about those of us who believe in the maxim,
"Better late than never." (Come on you two.)

Can we ever forget out student teaching and the
children we taught? Worthwhile? You bet your life.
APRIL ■ 1945

Dear Friends,

I am very much afraid that, "yours truly" has con-
tacted a chronic case of spring fever this month and
because of it, everything is work'ng out just the way
it isn't supposed to. For the past couple of weeks my
head's been wandering around without my feet and
iii)- feet have been wandering around without my
head. Maybe it's time to make readjustments. They
tell me certain kinds of spring tonic are good for ail-
ments, like that, so I bought a bottle and have been
trying it out. Evidently I got hold of the wrong kind
'cause now even queerer things are happening. Why
only yesterday I went to the Riverside Bank to check
my cash and came home with a mon-bag full of honey.

As I was reading the newspaper this morning, I
found evidence that spring fever is quite common.
Among the Want Ads were these amusing items:

WANTED: A furnished room by an old lady with
electric lights.

WANTED: A boy to be partly outside and partly
behind the counter.

WANTED: An airy bedroom for a gentleman 22
feet long and 1 1 feet wide.

FOR SALE: A bull dog; will eat anything; is very
fond of children.

FOR SALE: A nice mattress by an old lady stuffed
with hair.

LOST: Near Spigoodle and Onion Streets: an um-
brella belonging to a gentleman with a bent rib
and bone handle.

In one of my off moments I caught this one in the
library. A history student asked for the life of Julius
Caesar but the librarian replied: "Sorry, but Brutus
was ahead of you."

Beings' my spring tonic didn't work I decided I
could do better by making my own. On rumaging
through my cook book I found this amusin' but con-
fusin' recipe. You'll all be interested and I'm sure,
you'll want to keep it on record so here it is:

RECEIPE FOR MAKING A TEACHER—

"Take one of those Hollywood combinations, of a
playwright, director, and composer. Add a traffic cop,
and a detective, and bring to a boil. Stir in a salesman,
a statistician, and a bill collector. Top off with an
evangelist, an inspirational orator, and Caesar's wife
. . . and you have one teacher, perhaps a little tired
from all this."

OPEN FORUM

Is tuition charged in the Lida Lee Tall School?

No, the Lida Lee Tall School is a free public school.
It is not a county school nor a city school, though it
has children from both the city and the county. It is
a state school, a part of the State Teachers' College,
and is wholly supported by state funds.

How are children selected for the Lida Lee Tall School?

First, the parents of the children select the school.
When they express their interest in having a child at-
tend, the}' are asked to fill out an application form.
No applications are accepted for children under four
years of age. Children are admitted to the school
strictly in the order of the date of applications, except
that preference is given to families who already have
a child in the school. Formerly there was a preferred
district, but that plan has not been followed for the
last few years.

Children are tested before entrance to first grade.
If they do not measure up to a mental age of six years,
a standard rather widely agreed upon as necessary for
success in first grade, the parents are advised to post-
pone their entrance to the school for another year.
When vacancies occur in grades above the first,
children from the waiting list are admitted on recom-
mendation of the schools from which they come, or on
the results of achievement tests.

The regulations for enrollment rule out the possi-
bility of choosing children because of special ability or
talent; or because their parents are alumni of the
school or college; or for any of the reasons which might
seem to place them in a preferred class.

Irene M. Steele

Calendar of Events

April 3

News Dissemination Assembly — Dumbarton Oaks.
April 10

Carola Bell William's Dramatic Monologue, "Re-
member the Ladies."
April 20 — Athletic As:ociation Assembly.
April 24 — S.G.A. Assembly.
April 28

Natural History Group Hike — Forest Reserve.
May 1

Mabel Strider (Speaker from National Geographic).
10

Campus Chatter— (Continu d from p g- 6)

fited by the portrayal of Andrew's ideas about Ameri-
can democracy. Some S.T.C. ites also received a few
pointers "Why We Should Be Punctual" and "How
To Keep Fit." Maybe Andrew's early morning exer-
cises, etc., weren't such a bad idea, but somehow most
of us feel they're exclusively for the Andrew type. We
wish to thank the Assembly Committee for their
grand choice of this movie and also for the other fine
programs we are having.

Balmy breezes, fused starlight, and a new moon
found the students of S.T.C. swishing to the strains of
the Melodiers at the Freshman's St. Patrick's Day
Dance. The promenade, led by N. Schneider and M.
Isabelle, gave us all the opportunity of' seeing our ankle
sock colleagues glamorous and sophisticated for the
evening. Another highlight was the announcement of
the May Queen and Court by our here-to-fore secret-
ive H. Zemel. Navy Blues from St. Mary's College at
Emmittsburg dominated the colorful scene of spring
hued gowns and green shamrocks, although the other
armed forces were well represented.

Everyone agrees "I'm Confessin' " is smooth.

Monday morning saw repercussions of the occasion
in the numerous gardenia, orchid and other corsages
that were worn. That bubbling class sp'rit and enthu-
siasm of our Freshmen really made the evening one of
the year's joyous successes. Let's have more of the
same.

Announcing the engagement of our own Ester
Spath to Sergeant Arthur (Art) F. Robbins, Jr. who
hails from San Diego, California. To quote Esther
"This is one time Kipling was all wrong when he said
'Oh East is East and West is West, and never the
twain shall meet.' " We hope Art realizes what a
jewel he has presented with a lovely solitaire.

Calendar of Events— (Continwi)

May 19— May Day.

May 22— S.G.A. Assembly.

May 24 — Senior Farewell Assembly.

June 2 — Senior Prom.

June 5 — S.G.A. Assembly.

(Continue 1 on pjge 11)
THE TOWER LIGHT

POET'S CORNER

"IF" for Stoogent Teachers Don't Stop at One

If you can sec the good times all about you, and never

yield and deal in good times, too;
If you can bravely smile when practice teachers doubt

you,
And never doubt, in turn, what practice teachers do;
If you can keep a sweet and gentle spirit
In spite of pain, fatigue, or work or pace,
And though you teach a lesson or but hear it,
Can pass with pose or flunk with equal grace;
If you meet with unbelief, believing,
And hallow in your heart the Thorndike Creed,
If you can meet a confession, ever yielding,
And learn to use a Study Course for all you need;
If you can be a Mr. Hyde or Jekyll,
A Teacher during school, a pupil all the rest;
And do for others what you'd have others
Do for you — Always a little more and never less;
If you can keep within your soul the power
To say that acquiescent, yet unconquered "Yes";
If you can brave a present shattered hour,
Rather than yield, and face a future mess;
If you can view a demonstration, and not let imitat-
ions master.
But keep yourself within your own self's clasp;
And not let lesson planning lead you to disaster,
Nor sleep's insistent fascination loose your grasp;
If you can lock your heart at each day's quitting,
Nor ever needlessly behind you all aspiring
Toward some superiority or honest personal pride;
If you can keep the simple, homely virtue
Of doing all things right — and most portending on

time — then you'll have no fear
That anything in Student Teaching is going to kill

you
And — which is more — you'll be a Teacher, dear.

Reprinted from the Tower Light, March, 1942

Calendar of Events— {Continued, from page 10)

June 6 —

Senior Dinner in the Glen.

Step Singing.

Class Night.

June 9 — Senior Graduation.

(Note — Dates subject to change.)
APRIL • 1945

{Tune: "Don't Fence Me In")

Oh, buy me bonds, lots of bonds
For the freedom of our land.
Don't stop at one!
Let us all heed the call
And buy stamps — you know the brand.
Don't stop at one!
You can save all your dimes
And your nickles; pennies too.
Purchase shares of freedom
For the red, white, and blue;
And then dig deeper for that extra dime or two.
Don't stop at one!
Just think of him
Then go down to the town
Where they sell the stamps and bonds
And with your money
Let your part from the start
Reach a goal that's far beyond.
You want to ride to the ridge where your goal com-
mences ;
Cut down as much as you can on expenses;
Buy stamps and bonds until you lose your senses;
Don't stop at one!

Betty Spkuill

When My Ship Conies In

When I was young, O very young, I'd say.

"My treasure ship is coming in some day."

And I would gaily plan the things I'd do,

The far-off lands I'd see, when this came true

I still await the day my ship comes in.

But now my tired, anxious eyes begin

To scan horizons for the faintest sign

Of ships homecoming. Surely one is mine.

I do not care for all the wealth and gold

Of far-off countries, garnered in your hold.

1 only ask you bring a fair-haired lad.

He is my treasure. Tall and khaki clad.

Come safely into port, that I may say,

"My ship came in ... . My ship came in today."

Margaret D., from Chicago Tribune

Call You Be Trusted— (Continued from page 1) Do You Know— (Continued from page Z)

garments, worn and faded by the rigors of winter, to
be replaced by gay and bright raiment symbolizing
the promise of the spring; the joyous movements of
youthful dancers, who can cast aside, for happy
rhythm, dull care and foreboding — each of these
evidences the indestructible spring of hope. Thus,
all around us, deeply planted in all bourgeoning nature,
can be felt the eternal purposes of an all-wise omni-
potent Creator, Who can bring from darkness, light;
from death, life abundant in a glorious Resurrection.

Anonymous.

The Challenge— (Continued from page 8)

and other artists were content with mixing just one
color or painting just one figure? Would we have so
great a variety of beautiful musical works if Grieg,
Mozart, Beethoven and numerous others hadn't been
eager to create rather than copy? Would science
have advanced so far if Madame Curie and her kind
had not kept reaching for a discovery just beyond the
grasp? Would nations have survived if rulers had not
continually endeavored to improve existing conditions?
It is said that "Lincoln was not great because he was
born in a log cabin, but because he got out of it."
Meekly accepting whatever occurs accomplishes noth-
ing, yet so small a thing as reaching further than the
grasp is capable of writing history.

"But what have we to do with all this," you may
ask. Aren't we helping to write history — especially as
teachers?" This question has so often been proposed
and its answer is so evident that further comment is
unnecessary. We know the answer, we are setting
goals, we are reaching, we are grasping. If we heed
the advice in Browning's words there can be no alter-
native but to succeed. On the other hand, disregard-
ing the philosophy of the saying and leaving it for
others to follow is a sure path to failure. Individual
achievements depend upon the individual. To
achieve we must grasp; to grasp we must reach; and
having grasped we must reach again, "or what's a
heaven for?"

The Tower Light is published monthly — October
through June — by the students of State Teachers Col-
lege at Towson, Maryland.

That "Mikey" is making his appearance on the
grounds at least once a day. Been waiting a long
time to see that Southern Marylander and the day
has come! !

Millie would like to go cocoanut picking on the
Hawaiian islands some day soon.

Arelyn gets at least a gallon of ice cream a week
from her Towson admirer.

Peg Crump has been going farm-hunting with
Harold. (Any ideas? ? ?)

That Miss Roach had a surprise birthday party
one night this month.

We have a new club in our school, 15% club. See
Dr. Bulkley if interested.

Several girls in our school are getting to be experts
at "rolling your own."

Who is it that blows a whistle every night between
10 and 10:30? What does it mean, Dottie?

About the new creation "the gownless evening
strap? It was designed by one of our men students.

Libbly Hurley has returned home for this semester
but has promised us she will be back next year.

Minna Larner and Alice Sylvester are now dorm
students.

Shirley Zimmerman is sponsor of a society, S.S.B.W.
— a Washington College idea, is it not Zimi?

Betty Townshend has a very stunning Easter out-
fit, Navy dress, shoes, and bag and a pastel coat. Too
bad John won't be home to see her, but Chuck will be.

Ginny Hurry has a "lush" evening dress — pastel
blue, net skirt, and matching pink bodice.

What Kay had to whisper on her record to Dick.

The dorm students entertained soldiers from Edge-
wood Arsenal. Thanks, Miss Weyforth.

Freshmen have received a new style gym suit.
"The better the times, the shorter the dresses," says
one of our instructors. We hope that applies — for
your sake, Presides. Ask Shirley Henschen what
happened when she took up her suit — one hem too
many.

Doris Spurrier and Sue Callahan had appendecto-
mies. We're looking forward to having them back
with us after Easter!

Lt. Rebecca Tansil visited the college the first
week in January. She is very busy directing the en-
tire group of WAVES at the Mechanicsburg Station.

What student goes to classes with a little brown
satchel? Does it remind you of Dr. 1. Q. or Mr.
Millar?

The old familiar smile is back on Myra Dudderars'
face since Ellsworth has been reported safe.

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"He Did His Job To The End"

I FEEL QUITE HUMBLE TONIGHT AS I SIT
and stare at my radio. Yes, stare, wondering what
news could have been broadcast that would have
been any more startling or heart-breaking than the
words, "Our President has slept away."

It is difficult to say in words what I feel. I can but
sincerely and righteously thank God that w r e have been
blessed, in this time of greatness in history, with a man
as great as his time.

"He did his job to the end, as he would have you
do," was Mrs. Roosevelt's message to their four sons.
In this we can also find the answer to our question of,
What can we do?

The world is indeed a loser by Franklin Delano
Roosevelt's death. His magic smile and undying spirit
will long be remembered. Today, April 12, 1945, is a
significant date in the history of the world, for in the
words of his wife, "I am more sorry for the people of
the country and for the world than I am for us."

Our Commander-in-Chief was truly a warm-hearted
human for always he held before us the great vision of
humanity. He was, indeed, a man, a great American.

To the world he was a symbol of hope for the better
so that all mankind would know the state of freedom
that America was born in and shall, with God's help,
forever prosper in.

God grant that we may be worthy of his life's work
for justice and peace on earth.

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OMOST MERCIFUL AND EVERLASTING
Father of us all, we, thy servants, do humbly be-
seech Thee in this our hour of need to give us strength
and courage to face the days that are ahead. As we
mourn the loss of our great Commander-in-Chief, dear
Lord, give us hope and belief that our new leader may
be granted the power to do as Thou would'st have him
do, and that he may receive Thy most bountiful bless-
ings. Love and service for Thee, O Christ, came first in
the daily life of our President, and then came love and
service for his country. May this sincere love for Thee
and all mankind, whether they be black or white, Cath-
olic, Jew, or Protestant, stand as a bulwark against
those who would have us hate each other.

May God grant him a long and peaceful rest.
"In hope that sends a shining ray
Far doivn the future's broadening way,
In peace that only Thou can'st give.
With Thee, Master, let me live."
We ask it all in the name of our Lord and Savior,
Jesus Christ. — Amen.

Dorothy Patrick.

IN THE MARCH ISSUE A PLEA WAS MADE
for that potential literary talent that was lying dor-
mant in S.T.C. The response has been simply great.
Stories, poems, and plays have been literally pouring
into the T.L. office. Unfortunately, we can print only
a few of these most worthy articles, and for this reason
you will find a few changes within — this is your lit-
erary issue.

Perhaps this will start a custom of having one such
issue per year if you so desire. It not only raises the
standards of our magazine, but also affords the oppor-
tunity of making it — representative of all.

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MAY

1945

IT SEEMS ONLY A WEEK AGO THAT I Ac-
cepted this editorial position and introduced to you
the new staff. It's very hard to believe that my time is
up and I must turn the T.L. back to its former editor.

Before I go I'd like to thank most sincerely every
member on this staff, faculty and students alike, for his
untiring efforts and faithfulness.

I couldn't depart without giving special recognition
to Betty Townshend and Betty Spruill. Continue to
give them the support you have given me during the
last few months and our Tower Light will surpass all
barriers and know no limits.

May I again say — THANK YOU for your won-
derful cooperation !

WORDS OF WISDOM

SINCE OUR FACULTY HAS MANY OF
these, we thought it would be fun to record a few
of their favorites.

(Just before an exam.)

"Pick out the pearls of wisdom as they fall from
these lips."

(After the exam.)

"The time has come," the Walrus said, "to speak of
man)' things." From Alice in Wonderland by Carroll.

Dr. J. Y. West.

"Materials suggest their uses." — Mrs. Brouwer.

"Health is the greatest of all possessions ;
A pale cobbler is better than a sick king -
Bickerstaff. — Dr. Bulkley.

From

Bulletin with the comment by William R. Odell, Acting
Superintendent of Schools: "It could well have been
written about him." — Dr. Walther.

"So this is wisdom, to love to live,
To take what fate or the gods may give ;
Speed passion's ebb as you greet its flow —
To have, to hold, and in time, let go." — Tagor.

Dr. W. H. Hartley.

"Let us, then, be up and doing,
- With a heart for any fate ;
Still achieving, still pursuing,

Learn to labor and to wait." Last stanza of "The
Psalm of Life" — Longfellow.

Mrs. H. Stapleton.

"Let a man contend to the uttermost
For his life's set prize, be it what it will !" From
Browning's The Statue and the Bust.

Dr. E. K. Crabtree.

"It is better to light a candle than to curse the
darkness." — Old Chinese Proverb.

Miss M. C. Bersch.

THE TEACHER

"The teacher is a prophet. He lays the foundations of
tomorrow. The teacher is an artist. He works with the
precious clay of unfolding personality. The teacher is a
friend. His heart responds to the faith and devotion of
his students. The teacher is a citizen. He is selected and
licensed for the improvement of society. The teacher is
an interpreter. Out of his maturer and wider life, he
seeks to guide the young. The teacher is a builder. He
works with the higher and finer values of civilization.
The teacher is a culture-bearer. He leads the way toward
worthier taste, saner attitudes, more gracious manners,
higher intelligence. The teacher is a planner. He sees
the young lives before him as a part of a great system
which shall grow stronger in the light of truth. The
teacher is a pioneer. He is always attempting the im-
possible and winning out. The teacher is a reformer. He
seeks to remove the handicaps that weaken and destroy
life. The teacher is a believer. He has abiding faith
in the improvability of the race."

The above quotation was found among the papers of
William F. Ewing after his death on March 31, 1943,
and it was published in the Oakland Public Schools

"How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank !
Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music
Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night
Become the touches of sweet harmony.
Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven
Is thick inlaid with patterns of bright gold.
There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st
But in his motion like an angel sings.
Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins
Such harmony is in immortal souls,
But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay
Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it."
Lorenzo to Jessica, Merchant of Venice. — Shakespeare.

Miss Emma E. Weyforth.

"A nation is as great, and only as great, as her rank
and file." — Woodrow Wilson.

"Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered ; yet we
have this condition with us, that the harder the conflict,
the more glorious the triumph." — Thomas Paine.

Miss M. C. Kahl.

"I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration
from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind ; yet
strange I am ungrateful to these teachers." — Kahlil
Gibran. Dr. A. S. Dowell.

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THE TOWER LIGHT

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THE BED BY THE WINDOW

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ALL WAS QUIET IN THE HOT LITTLE HOS-
pital room. Paul Britton dropped his magazine
to the floor beside his bed, breaking the silence. He
wouldn't be able to reach it again, but what difference
did it make? It didn't have anything in it anyway. They
never did.

He looked down across the foot of the bed to see if
Hammett were awake. He was. He was lying there,
staring at the ceiling.

"Look out the window, Jack," Paul said. "What's
doing outside ?"

Hammett moved his head. That was about all he
could move. Both of his arms were in plaster, all the ribs
on one side were broken, and he had a punctured lung ;
result of an automobile crash.

He looked out of the window.

"Well, those same kids are back in the park," he
said. "The red-headed kid's got something under his
arm, looks like a sail-boat. There's a good breeze out
there, from the looks of the trees. It's a nice sail-boat,
bright green, and almost as big as the kid himself.
There's a girl out there, too. She's got a Marine with
her. I think she's the same one we saw yesterday."

"What do you mean, we saw yesterday?" Britton
said. "You saw yesterday, you mean. You're the lucky
stiff by the window. I can't even see out of a corner of it."

Hammett looked a little hurt. "Well, in a way, we
both see what I really see, and that's the next best
thing."

Paul grunted and stretched his arms. He was a big
man, heavily muscled. "Yeah, I know, chum," he said.
"But I'm going nuts over here. With you, it's a little
different. Being outdoors doesn't mean a lot to you.
But I've been in this hole six weeks and, brother, that's
the longest I've been inside since I was about a year old.
You get a lot of fresh air in my racket."

Hammett didn't want to hear about that again. "I
know, Paul," he said. "A hospital's tougher on you than
on me."

"You bet it is," Paul said solemnly. "I'm used to an
active life. Look out the window again. What's that
Marine up to now, the lucky guy?"

"He's gone," Hammett said. "Maybe he knows a
better place. The kid's got his boat going fine. I guess
he'll call it a day soon, though, it's getting toward sun-
set. You can see the water in the pond getting red
streaks in it, and the tops of the trees, too. They look
nice. They look like real woods."

Hammett kept it up until just before the supper trays
came around. Then he coughed a couple of times and
MAY • 1945

had to stop. He wasn't supposed to do much talking
anyway.

Paul polished off his own supper and watched the
orderly feeding Hammett. The guy never ate much and
he didn't seem to like what he did eat.

Paul thought he looked like a guy who would have
a lettuce sandwich and a glass of milk for lunch. He
drank a lot of milk. A couple of times every day he'd
have Paul push the bell for him. They took pretty good
care of him, every body liked him, and at one time Paul
had figured that if Hammett asked for it, they'd let the
two of them swap beds. But then he'd heard one of the
doctors telling a nurse that Hammett was on no account
to be moved any more than was strictly necessary, and
the room was too small to wheel the beds around. So
that was that.

Paul tried to put the thing out of his mind, but it
wasn't easy. He wanted that window, he'd wanted it for
six weeks, and it didn't seem like such a big thing to
want. Hammett practically never looked out except
when Paul asked him what was doing outside. He spent
most of the time reading or sleeping. The nurses had
rigged up a table for him that would hold an open news-
paper, and he'd read every line on both pages, and if
nobody came around to turn it for him he'd read it all
again. Or else he'd be there and recite poetry to himself.
The guy knew a lot of poetry by heart, and none of it
made much sense.

Paul stretched his arms again. His arms were all
right, the falling beam had only crushed a leg. He had
good arms, and sometimes he fell into such a fury,
lying there like a baby, that he wanted to pull himself
out of bed and walk over to the window on his hands.
He felt like trying it now, and knowing that he could
not only added to his anger.

He looked over at Hammett, but it was too dark to
see him. "You asleep, Jack?" he asked softly.

There was no answer. Just like that. The guy went
to sleep like turning off a faucet.

"Nuts to you, Hammett!" he said aloud. "Nuts to
you !" It made him feel better, getting it off his chest.

Paul finally went to sleep and he figured later that it
must have been about 3 a. m. when he heard the noise.
He came awake instantly and listened hard. He heard
it again — a gurgling half-cough, half-sob from Ham-
mett's bed. He grabbed for the bell, but something held
his hand.

"Hey, Jack," he called out. "What's the matter?"

There was no reply, and the bubbling and gurgling
went on. Even if Hammett were conscious, Paul knew
{Continued on page 8)

CLUB SURVEY

STUDENT CHRISTIAN ASSOCIATION

Do you remember that night in October when the
S. C. A. invited all the freshmen to a "p 'j' " party, and
the freshmen came, but were wondering just exactly
what the S. C. A. was? They soon found out, and most
of them were quite anxious to become members, espe-
cially when they discovered that the S. C. A. has Ves-
pers, for which the S. C. A. Choir, directed by Miss
MacDonald, furnishes special music once a month ; has
Chapel every Tuesday morning; sells stamps; and has
a candy room.

"I Walked Today Where Jesus Walked." One could
have heard this piece and others sung by the Choir and
our Choir soloists, Helen Martin, Janice Carico, Myra
Dudderar, Shirley Zimmerman, and Barbara Harper,
if he had attended the Easter program presented by the
S. C. A. on Monday evening before we left for the holi-
days. The program was written by Miss Iona Sikes,
college representative of the Middle Atlantic Region of
the Student Christian Movement, and directed by Miss
MacDonald, Miss Yoder, and Miss Bersch. The setting
was in the Garden of Gethsemane and was very im-
pressive with its flowers, palms, and candles, arranged
by Jean Lehman.

The S. C. A., under the chairmanship of Helen Wam-
pler, is now carrying on a clothing drive for world re-
lief. Let's give it our full support !

Didn't you think that Father Corrigan and John
Swoonley were dynamic? You would have thought so,
too, if you had attended the Area Conference of the
Student Christian Movement at Johns Hopkins Uni-
versity on the sev.enth and eighth of April, which was an
interracial conference and one of the most inspiring and
challenging conferences we have ever attended !

The S. C. A. is now looking forward to another inter-
racial conference to be held at Morgan College on the
twenty-first of April. The S. C. A. Choir members can't
wait until the twenty-ninth of April rolls around, when
they will visit Annapolis to sing at one of the churches
on Sunday morning. A detailed report of the Academy
will be expected of you.

THE MARSHALS

As an active group of the State Teachers College at
Towson, the Marshals have the privilege of serving the
college in many ways. The Marshals take many respon-
sibilities which help programs run more smoothly. We
function at regular assemblies, May Day, graduation,
bond rallies and at other times when our services are
needed.

New members are nominated and elected each year.
This year our induction service was held on January
29, in Richmond Hall. At this meeting Miss Lena Van
Bibber gave an account of the history of the Marshals
and the Marshals graduating in February received their
awards. At the present time we have twenty Marshals.
We hold regular meetings every other Friday at 8:30
a. m. Our advisor is Miss Blood.

This spring we intend to hold our annual spring-
outing at which we hope to present to the Marshals
graduating in June their awards. This is a brief resume
of our activities and of our service to the school.

ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION

The A. A. season opened with a hockey game against
Towson. Later Goucher College was challenged.

At the Bond Rally, students who had been energetic
and hardworking as well as faithful, were awarded nu-
merals, letters, or stars.

New officers of the A. A. were elected at the same
time as the S. G. A. The board members were ap-
pointed by the President.

Basketball season rolled around quickly and we had
many opportunities to play near-by colleges, namely:
Goucher, Notre Dame, and Mt. St. Agnes.

Badminton was quite popular this year, and before
we knew it we had a tournament under way with
Goucher.

March 22, Demonstration Night! Besides the usual
competition of stunts, games and dances, we had a
circus, which was enjoyed by all. The classes all showed
that they had worked hard in preparation for this night,
and congratulations go to the freshmen, who came in
first !

We are looking forward to an A. A. assembly, which
will be an inter-section newcomb tournament. At the
opening of the program numerals, letters, and stars
will be awarded to the students with the qualified num-
ber of points.

Spring is here and both volley-ball and Softball are
in the air. Towson High has scheduled games with us
in both sports.

On May Day we hope to have several representatives
from the A. A. exhibit the skills they have learned in
archery.

MENS CLUB

The Men's Club had a very full body-building course
at the beginning of the semester (feel those muscles).
The course was given by Coach Minnegan. At the pres-
ent time the men are taking part in such athletics as

THE TOWER LIGHT

Club Survey — {Continued)

basketball, badminton and a little lacrosse. Later in the
spring they hope to learn some archery. Also, the men
are planning to join a bowling league and bowl one
night a week for fun and exercise.

NATURAL HISTORY GROUP

To paraphrase a popular song, "Saturday hikes are
the times when we really had fun." Ask any member of
the Natural History Group and she will undoubtedly
rave about the view over Lake Roland, or maybe the or-
chids on Goucher Campus, or perhaps the fascinating
flower she became acquainted with in Leakin Park. The
wonders of nature were such that boredom was just un-
known on the N. H. G. hikes.

CHIMES GUILD

The Chimes Guild leads in the singing of grace for
dinner and special occasions. Members of the Guild
alternate in the playing of the chimes.

INTERNATIONAL RELATIONS CLUB

During the present semester, the I. R. C. of our
college took on new life. Such topics as socialized med-
icine, compulsory military training after the war, and
the Far East in the post-war world were studied and
discussed in monthly meetings. The members partici-
pated in the monthly Sunday regional meetings at
Loyola, Western Maryland, and Notre Dame. The
group also reciprocated by entertaining the other repre-
sentatives at a meeting in our own college.

GLEE CLUB

In October at the Student Assembly we tried to en-
tice many freshmen to join our organization by singing
"The Lord's Prayer," and what could have been more
appropriate to sing at Chapel in November?

"All aboard for Aberdeen!" It was just that exciting,
too, when the Jeanie Group and upper classmen went
to Plospitals 1 and 2 at Aberdeen in December.

"This Is My Country," sung by the Glee Club at the
Bond Rally in January, stirred up patriotism in the
hearts of many students, and almost immediately we
decided to sing for the soldiers at the U. S. O. and later
take a trip to Camp Meade.

Freshmens Mothers' Weekend and High School Vis-
iting Day found us displaying our abilities. The Glee
Club is now looking forward to May Day and graduation,
and then we'll cease "blending voices" until next fall.

— {Collected by Peggy Zieman and Clara M.
Crouch.)

MAY • 1945

OUR CAMPUS TODAY

WHEN BEAUTY AND UTILITY UNITE IX
a common purpose, the people have vision. So it
was when the call of the children of the state brought
the future teachers and faculty of the Normal School to
Towsontown, thirty years ago.

Nature has been lavish with her gifts on this site.
The landscape is an ever-changing scene. There are
wooded hills and violet-covered glens. Hidden springs
bubble forth at will in the fields and wander down to
meet larger streams among the neighboring rocks.

Great spaces exist. In them, beautiful structures rise
to serve you. Can you ever forget the old Ad. Building
in springtime ? The sight of the magnificent bloom of the
purple magnolias and the golden forsythia must stay
with you forever.

Another memory you must cherish. There is the
dormitory with its lights flirting from the windows in
the wee hours of the morning. There is also another
picture that you must take. It is the one with the shad-
ows that are framed as you stroll in the moonlight
evenings. But for some of you, the artist would paint
the meeting of neighbors in the Victory Gardens.

Other stretches of land enable you to work and play
together. It is here that strong bodies are developed,
that laughter is stirred and that friendships are made.

This campus has been the scene of many festive and
dignified occasions. Some are held in great esteem. Per-
haps the highest honors should be awarded to May Day.
Annually, the villagers have rejoiced in the old six-
teenth-century custom. Here on the north campus,
amidst the blossoming trees, students, children, teachers
and friends have gathered to pay honor to the May
Queen and her court.

Under "October's bright blue skies," Play Day al-
ways has been a jolly affair when the students and fac-
ulty participated in a colorful procession and vied with
one another in eating and the playing of games on the
greensward in front of Richmond and Newell Halls.

Hospitality has spilled over many times from the
home of the president. Returning alumni, members of
the honor society, college clubs, and guests of the school
have enjoyed picnics and entertainment on the front
lawn and spacious porch of the house. Just around the
corner of the president's house is a lovely amphitheater
which is guarded by a majestic oak and other friendly
trees. Here in the presence of distinguished governors
of the state, beautiful young women and handsome young
men have received the reward for their labors. Tradi-
tion will call you to this treasure spot every June but the
rain god controls that privilege.

(Continued on page 6)

Our Campus Today — (Continued from page 5)

Like a precious jewel lies the "little glen" behind the
outdoor stage where so many celebrities have sat. When
resting from a game of tennis, look on this place. It lends
itself perfectly for development by those who are in-
terested in ecology.

"A little child shall lead them." Once every spring,
the parents and teachers join with the children of the
Lida Lee Tall School to observe Family Day in the
Glen. At this time the children take their parents on a
tour to see their cherished Arbor Day plantings. The
ever-blooming rock garden is a choice part of their ef-
forts. You might have a real pleasure some day if you
would get a group of sixth-grade children to tell you
about their work on the grounds and explain the map
that shows their contributions to the Glen.

To those of you who will stay awhile and desire to
know more of your Alma Mater, a treasure hunt is in
store. Wherever you start on our campus you will either
find a place of beauty or one of interest.

As you stand on the front steps under the tower
clock, look to your left. In the sunken garden, nestled
in the shrubbery, perhaps you will see a robin or car-
dinal taking a morning bath by the lovely bronze, Sing-
ing Master. This little statue stands in memory of a be-
loved teacher of science who spent much time in the
out-of-doors among the trees, birds, and flowers. Now
look to your right. You may see a sparrow or a noisy
starling feeding at the station. If you are quiet, you
may catch a glimpse of a young rabbit when he hops
out for a choice sunflower seed. Directly in front of you,
there is a sun dial within a frame of arbor vitae trees
and golden forsythia. Read the inscription. It is the
symbol of devotion for one class.

At the southeast corner of Richmond Hall you will
observe a tablet that points to the first oak tree that was
planted in the United States by the National Congress of
Parents and Teachers. There is another one on the
campus. Can you locate it?

If you really enjoy hiking, you may have as much as
a two-mile walk on the campus within sound of the tower
clock. There are rustic seats along the way for you to
rest and enjoy Nature's gifts. Of course you know the
trails extend beyond the "Ma and Pa" tracks. Have
you read the trail signs? Many of them are named for
scientists. What do you know about these great men?
For you who are interested in botany, a treat awaits.
Have you seen the Cercis canadesis? It is an astonish-
ing sight and divides the honors of the spring with the
Shadbush and the Dogwood. There are two white oaks
on the campus that were grown from acorns of the fa-
mous Wye Oak at Wye Mills, Maryland. If you don't

know the story about the trees ask some member of the
Rural Club to tell you.

As you stand half-way down the Fitzhugh Trail,
look at the flaming azaleas. At your right are the deli-
cate pink ones that are natives of the woods. The Paul-
ownia and the Catalpa trees are near the shelter. Do
you know the difference between them? At a distance,
one of the trees when in blossom will appear like a pur-
plish mist on a gray, misty morning.

Step into the shelter. The crane in yonder fireplace
was designed by an engineer of the college who spent
some of his free time in Enoch Pratt Library searching
for the right pattern to use in casting old iron into a
thing of beauty. Look at the rafters overhead. They
are priceless, hand-hewn cedar logs and the shingles
are the kind that might be coveted by any builder.

Go down to the botany pool. Did I say pool? Well,
it was a beautiful spot two years ago. It had lovely
water lilies, yellow lotus and heavenly blue forget-me-
nots. Real frogs croaked. Mint bordered the banks.
There was a wonderful stone seat nearby, upon which
one could sit and enjoy the flowers and trees. Students
have been inspired here. You will find their poetry
and prose in the Tower Light. Will that beautiful scene
ever be restored ?

Don't forget to notice the beeches. Many are scattered
over the grounds. Their bark is almost as silvery as that
of the birch tree which was given by the D. A. R. and
stands near the entrance of the Mountain Ash Trail.

Buried at the foot of a tall tulip poplar are the names
of the members of a class that was inspired by the great
naturalist, Ernest Thompson Seton, to build the Council
Ring, which is an Indian symbol for a democracy.
No feasting may take place in this circle. It was all that
the name implies. College students, teachers, and chil-
dren have gathered here for ceremonies, story-telling,
song fests, and peace councils.

When your search is ended and you climb the hill,
pause at the rim of the Glen and give thought to the
men who represent a part of our society. A part that
was jeered and mocked during the last decade. Some of
them were half-clothed, some were half-fed, some were
indifferent, but there were many who loved every stone
that was placed and every tree that was planted. Let us
give praise to them, the W. P. A., for helping to make
possible so much beauty. A debt of gratitude is also due
the citizens who contributed all of the laurel, the red
bud, azaleas, iris, and many other plantings that were
done under the guidance of the State Forestry Depart-
ment.

Wend your way back to the steps from whence you
started. Behold the view ! It represents the love and
(Continued on page 7)

THE TOWER LIGHT

J am grow'n tired of age PROFESSIONAL

I am grown tired of Age ;

So short a time ago

I was so young!

I dared to laugh or cry

Whene'er my heart was stung.

But now — ah, now

This being Old is new,

I find it but the veil that hides

The heart from someone's view.

I would have back Youth's vigor :
To stand against the pressing wind;
Fling back my head and laugh at Rain ;
Shake hands with Thunder, embrace the sky ;
And know Youth's loveliness is not vain.

I am grown tired of Age ;

I want my Youth again :

To sing when pipers play a tune ;

To scoff at Age's prattle;

And dance beneath the moon.

If I were younger once again,

I would wish to be Old.

Then, beigh Age, I'd wish for Youth,

So human, brazen, bold.

I am grown tired of Age —

It has too great a hold.

Carolyn Motschiedler.

Our Campus Today — (Continued from page 6)

labor of many who have faith in the teachers of our
country.

Your legacy has been large, we are richer because of
you, you are a part of all that we have been ; but there
is much untold and there are "frontiers to conquer" by
those who will follow you. Go forth — a great teacher is
God's gift. Remember your Alma Mater and nurture
her with your best !

Stella E. Brown.

STATE TEACHERS COLLEGE, UPON INVI-
tation of Dr. Wiedefeld, was proud to be able to
bring Dr. Daniel A. Prescott of the University of Chi-
cago back to Towson on March 22, 23, and 24 for a
three-day conference. Miss Alder and supervisers of the
state, representatives of Baltimore City, and members
of the college faculty were present at the meetings held
in the Curriculum Room.

Dr. Prescott brought to his earnest audience an in-
creased awareness of the child as a unique individual,
passing through various stages of growth and develop-
ment but retaining always that quality that makes trying
to know any one human being a life-long adventure and
discovery.

Six major influences were emphasized as molding the
child's life at all times. These influences are in a state
of constant change ; they are dynamic ; they are things
going on through time. The six areas were divided as
follows: (1) Organic processes, (2) Affectional or
emotional processes, (3) Social interaction with peers,
(4) Aculturation (how life and its meaning is inter-
preted by our society), (5) Self-realization processes,
(6) Self-defense processes.

In discussing each of these fields, some in great de-
tail, Dr. Prescott constantly urged his listeners to re-
member : "The child is an indivisible unit." These six
areas impinge upon each other, interact, become dom-
inant or subordinate, are in a state of constant flux. If
we can look upon all these areas as we consider a child
and his development, then we are "seeing the child
through time" — the way Dr. Prescott would have us do.

Margaret Simmons.

Peace

What was the first prophetic word that rang

When down the starry sky the angels sang,

That night they came as envoys of the birth —

What word but peace, "peace and good will on earth" ?

And what was the last word the Master said

That parting night when they broke brother bread?

That night He knew men would not let Him live —

Oh, what, but "peace I leave" and "peace I give" ?

And yet behold, near twice a thousand years

And still the battle-wrath, the grief, the tears,

Let mercy speed the hour when swords shall cease,

And man cry back to God, "There shall be peace.'

Edwin Markham.
(Taken from World Affairs Magazine, Dec, 1944.)

MAY

1945

Bed by the Window — {Continued from pige 3)

he wouldn't be able to speak. He dug under the pillow
and found the bell button, but it slipped out of his hand
and fell off the bed. He swung around for the cord and
pulled it up again, taking his time, making it hard to do.
Finally he had it in his hand again, and he clamped
his thumb down savagely.

"All right," he muttered to himself. "So I ought to
let him pass out. So I'm too softhearted. So what?"
A nurse came in quickly, and there were a couple of

doctors within minutes, but Hammett had needed them
a little sooner than that. They tried hard, but it was no
good. He just slipped out of their hands. After they had
wheeled him from the room, one of the nurses stayed
around a while and talked to Paul. He asked if he could
have Hammett's bed. She gave him a queer little look
and said she didn't know why not, if he wanted it.
Then she left, and Paul went back to sleep. He'd seen
men die before, and a good deal more spectacularly,
if it came to that.

A couple of orderlies came in to move him, right
after breakfast. They were strong boys, and they just
picked him up and plopped him down in the other bed.
The shade on the window was pulled to the sill, and
Paul asked one of the orderlies to raise it. He was
grinning with anticipation as he turned his head, and
even after he'd been looking out of the window for
quite a little while, the grin remained — a stupid, ab-
sent-minded grin.

For the window faced a courtyard, and there was
nothing to be seen, except, twenty yards away, a blank
brick wall.

Kathleen Ritchie.

G.I. COLUMN

Spring

In the garden are my flowers,
Every year comes April showers,
See them blooming wild and gay,
All through the month of May.

(By a sixth-grade girl at Gardenville under the
direction of Lucy Goldsmith.)

RECENT VISITORS:

Cpl. M. Bremer Shearman, ex. '43, was a recent vis-
itor at the college. Bremer says, "Finished at Truax
Field — now I guess I'll get an APO."

Sol Charkin, ex. '43, visited us while on a forty-five
day leave from Italy.

Lieut. Morton D. Weiner, ex. '42, surprised us by
speaking at an assembly given by the Holabird Signal
Depot. Morton says, "After appearing at an assembly
here as a Signal Corps speaker, I'm really homesick for
the gang."

Among other recent visitors at the college were Her-
man Jackson, ex. '46 and Kenneth Martin, ex. '43.

THE STAFF

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Ruth Cronhardt Norman Schneider
Mary Caples Don Hammerman

Circulation Managers
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News Editors
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Contributing Editors
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G.I. Clubs

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Typists
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Betty Hoffacker Ginny Hurry

Virginia Stormfeltz Doris Shochet

The Challenge Campus Chatter

Cassy Cicero Elizabeth Zimmerman

FIelen Nikosski Clara Wolkoff

Louise Coffman Peggy Crump

Professional Page
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Advisory Board
Literary - Mrs. Stapleton

Art ----- Mrs. Brouwer
Finance - Dr. Walther

Special Assistant
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Editor

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President's Farewell AcldlreSS can be if we make the most of what we have and what

THREE YEARS HAVE PASSED SINCE THE
time when we started together at S. T. C. Even
though the years have flown, it is hard to believe that
Commencement Day is here. It is only natural when
we are preparing to leave a place that is as dear to us
as S.T.C., that we look back and remember all the
splendid things that have happened to us as a class.
There are some things that we'll never forget — the
first time we sang "Alma Mater" at the Lighting of
the Way, and our freshman registration when we
talked about "Arthur, the Rat." It was more hilari-
ous, however, when we heard our recordings played
back to us and we couldn't recognize our own meek
voices. As time went on, more and more things hap-
pened and our voices became stronger, as we proved
when we took top honors at Girls' Demonstration
Night, in our junior year. The things that we have
done this year are especially vivid to us, because they
are recent, and because we are seniors. Our May Day,
for example — although we do remember the others
with pleasure — our May Day was especially lovely to
us because the girls in the court were our girls.

We are more fortunate than the graduates of the
past two years, because some of the tradition, of
which they were deprived, has been restored for us.
The two things uppermost in our minds in this respect
are the Baccalaureate Service and Class Night. These
celebrations represent two extremes; but that's typical
of us, isn't it? We enjoy the religious and serious as
well as the humorous and frivolous. These things
stand out because they are big, but life is also made
up of tiny, insignificant things that all add up and
fused together to make our pattern of life, which con-
sists of the dramatic and the prosaic. Even though
the prosaic is taken as a matter of course, it is that
which consititutes our way of life. Talking over sweets
in the book shop, going to electives and club meetings,
dashing to classes, having informal chats with the
faculty, picnicking in the glen, and last but not least,
dancing in the foyer — these things along with other
intangibles have strengthened our bond of friendship
and have niched a special place in our memory lane,
because they have helped to make S.T.C. OUR college.
However, they also should have helped to bring our
sense of values into sharper focus and in so doing make
us realize that we have reached our goal in that we are
graduating. However, with the achievement of this
goal, we have automatically set another for ourselves.
Our job is to teach, and to teach well. To accomplish
this, everything that we do should be our best, and it

During the past three years, the foundation for a
good teaching career has been laid, but the rest is left
up to us as individuals. There is a special glow that
comes with saying, "This is my best." We must make
this glow our aim and perhaps Douglas Malloch was
saying just this when he wrote:

"If you can't be a highway then just be a trail,
If you can't be the sun be a star;
It isn't by size that you win or you fail —
Be the best of whatever you are!"

<^rs)

SPEAKING FOR THE CLASS OF 46, I WOULD
like to extend my appreciation to the persons who
made this, our senior issue of the Tower Light, possi-
ble.

To Dr. Hartley, who so generously gave his time
and effort to us we give our sincerest thanks.

To Mrs. Brouwer, Dr. Crabtree, Mrs. Stapleton,
and Dr. Walther we say "thank you," for without
your excellent advice and graciousness we could not
have made this issue a success.

To the Tower Light Staff, who has cooperated with
the Seniors, goes our sincere appreciation. We are
greatly indebted to Sylvia Rosen for the splendid
cover and to Edith Paul's untiring efforts as typist.

As the editor I would like to say that it has been a
great pleasure and privilege working with each and
every one of you.

To my remaining colleagues I have but one message
to leave —

Carry on, the task has just begun.

e^rs

NOTE ON COVER

Open Circle — this end is our beginning.
Three Circle — accelerated course.
Vista — seeking truth ahead — "Without vision a
people perishth."

THE TOWER LIGHT

Dear

seniors,

THIS IS NOT GOOD-BYE, FOR GOOD-BYE
means farewell. All of us here at the college hope
that your graduation will not mean that you are leav-
ing us for good, because you have become too much a
part of us and we too much a part of you for that. This
is rather to wish you Godspeed in your journey along
the paths of your chosen profession.

I regret that you were not able to complete your
college career under the able leadership of Mr. Miller.
Since you were not able to do this and had me assigned
to you as your advisor, I feel that I should say to you
again what I said upon the first day I met you in an
advisory capacity: A school is a place where indi-
viduals should feel free to try out their own ideas,
make mistakes and profit from them, and learn to
assume responsibility for their own actions. As your
advisor, I shall come to your aid whenever you need
me, but I shall not knowingly meddle with nor inter-
fere in affairs that are your own.

I have tried to adhere to this policy, and I hope thai
in so doing I have not seemed to neglect you. You
have had your "ups" and "downs" and we have made
many mistakes. We have lived through much to-
gether. But the big thing is that you have developed
to the extent that you are now ready to continue your
journey alone, but let us hope that it will not be with-
out us. We are still always ready to aid you when you
need us and we shall need your aid.

During the next few years the teaching profession
will have greater need than ever for strong teachers
with clear vision of children and their problems. We
know that we can count upon you to help fill this need
to the best of your ability. So we say, not good-by,
but Godspeed to the Seniors!

Your advisor,

Joe Young West

JUNE 1945

Dedication

WE DEDICATE THIS, OUR SENIOR ISSUE
of the Tower Light, to Dr. Joe Young West who
willingly consented to be our advisor after Mr.
Miller's departure. His careful and efficient guidance
has brought us successfully through our college life.
We sincerely hope that this dedication may in some
small way express our gratitude for his able assistance.

Class of 1946

The Editor Sez

"Patience, children, just a minute —
See the spreading circles die;
The stream and all in it
Will clear by-and-by."

As we, the class of 46, approach the end of our
college career, we realize that we are living during one
of the greatest eras of all time.

Invasion of France, the Philippines, the death of
our President, and now the fall of Berlin; these are
just a few of the historic events that we have wit-
nessed. Can we help feeling that we need patience,
guidance, and wisdom to go out into such a world and
serve — to carry principles, here received, to lands
where they are needed? Into this stream of events we
shall place our individual contributions to the best of
our ability knowing that they shall be carried afar by
"the spreading circles."

America has helped to win the peace, these are
strong words, and we must think what they mean.
America will have a duty to perform to the world. She
has the opportunity to be one of the great leaders
among nations. The responsibility for performing this
duty rests upon the children of today, the children we
shall teach.

As we give daily guidance, let us always remember
Tennyson's birthday tribute to Queen Victoria:

"We sailed wherever ship could sail;
We founded many a mighty state,
Pray God our greatness may not fail
Through craver fear of being great."

e^rs

PRAYER FOR VICTORY

O, Jesus from your throne on high

Look down on all the warring nations.

Have mercy on them that die

And save us all from hell's damnation.

Save your children from death's grim reaper,

And guide the rulers in the ways of right.

Protect us all from sorrows deeper,

And spread through out the world thy light.

Theresa Ann Wiedefeld

SENIOR CLASS SONG
Tune: "Memories"

Memories, cherished now

Will remain with us,

Of our years at Teachers College

Happy days well spent.

With each year,

They will be

Far dearer than before.

Thy praises we sing,

Our merits we bring to thee,

Our Alma Mater dear.

Onward now, searching for
Some new goal to gain.
In the fore is always seen
Our banner high above.
•As we go, on our way,
We'll often think of thee.
We'll never forget
The love that we have for thee,
Our Alma Mater dear.

Mary Carroll

1 The Circle Staff

Business Manager

Picture Write Ups

Jean Barnes

Shirley Henschen

Jean Lehman

Alice Sylvester

Dedication

Bee Knell

Helen Martin

Class History

Farewell Address

Esther Spath

Cassy Cicero

Roll of Honor \

Memories

Edna M. Merson

' T. A. Wiedefeld

Clubs

j Class Will

Minna Larner

Mary Carroll

Directory

Betty Seitz

Mary R. Reeves

Advisory Board

Literary -

Dr. Crabtree

Art

Mrs. Brouwer

Finance

Dr. Walther

Editor, Webby Sansbury

THE TOWER LIGHT

1111

TWO MEN SAT IN THE WARM SUNSHINE
leaning against the wall and eating their lunches.
"I just finished a swell job," said one of the men. "I
worked on that big warehouse over on Eighth Street,
and every day at two o'clock I went up on the roof and
watched the ball game." He waited a while and then
he continued, "I had a grand job once before. I worked
on an apartment house and every afternoon at three
o'clock I went up on the top floor and took a nap."

"Is that what you call a grand job?" asked the other
man. "Did you ever set a goal for yourself and when
you reached it felt that you had done a grand job?"

"Naw!" answered the first man, as he ate his last
bite of apple and closed his eyes for a nap.

That man drew a salary of SI. 10 an hour, but there
ended his satisfaction. Interest in work for the pleas-
ure gained from achievement, from creation, from
benefits to his fellow men were unknown to him. He
gave so much for so much; he bargained in terms of
equivalent exchange. Personal gain was his primary
aim.

That man's attitude is the direct opposite of that of
the professional man who utilizes his talents and di-
rects his industry for the benefit of mankind. A great
urge within him drives him to give of himself to an ex-
tent for which there is no material equivalent. Pro-
fessional men and women must have salary, but it is
zeal for their work and interest in values, and not
thought of pay, which predominantly motivate them.

Those teachers whose attitude is that of tradesmen
will fine teaching laborious and disappointing busi-
JUNE 1945

ness; those teachers who look upon teaching as a fine
art which allows opportunities for creative activities in
the realm of social values will agree that there are few
types of work more satisfying.

The greatest gift one should wish for this year's
graduates is that they are drawn to teaching because
of their love for children, that they regard teaching as
rich with opportunities for social services and for
personal self-development. Great joy is in store for
them; great rewards and personal satisfactions await
them.

M. Theresa Wiedefeld

SNAFU -- The Class of 1946

SITUATION NORMAL, ALL FOULED UP"—
a perfect paraphrase of the Class of 1946; for, In
fact, we are not the Class of 1946, and only in theory
are we a class! See what we mean?

Here's how it happended . . .

A race of little yellow (we're speaking mainly of
epidermal coloration) men made an infamous attack
on an American naval base one radiant Sunday morn-
ing in 1941. From that day forth the orthodox college
program existing then at S.T.C. was completely re-
volutionized. For the first time in the history of this
institution of teacher training a class was admitted in
the middle of a semester year.

On the first Monday in February following the Jap
attack the nucleus of the emergent Class of 1946 was
formed. Eleven eager but somewhat abashed young
maidens gathered in the front lobby of the Ad. Build-
ing, each a product of the whirling world which sud-
denly was flung into being, each to know in a greater,
more personal way the full effect of global warfare on
civilian living.

That first month of college was SNAFU in a very
definite way. Few at Towson knew that that group of
eleven-known later as Freshman 6 — was coming, and,
consequently, they were of necessity not given the
usual adjustment program which all preceeding classes
experienced. No induction service, no extensive orien-
tation tour, no Freshman Mother's Week-End. Never-
theless, in spite of the unavoidable neglect the section
received socially, it survived the initial four months of
training and emerged in June a closely knit, firmly
established group which had very definitely found a
place in the sun. That section, unlike any other we've
known of before or since, received the distinction of
graduating from college with the same eleven in tact
which entered that tumultous February, having
weathered every storm the four-years-in-three en-
gendered. Furthermore, that group had the proud
reputation of being the "closest section in the school."
An enduring and well forged bond united the eleven,
and on that foundation '46 was built.

When the initial summer session of the current
series convened, Freshman 6 rejoiced to learn that they
were to be joined by approximately twenty new pro-
spective teachers and literally become "all a-twitter"
with the knowledge that among them was A MAN —
shy but courageous who helped to stabilize the rapidly
depleting male population at Towson. To express
their approval and faith in him the combined sections
elected him their class president at an impromptu and
exceedingly informal class election conducted by the

S.G.A. president. That marked the beginning of the
organized Class of '46 — to be graduated in '45 — with
Dr. Joe Young at the advisory helm.

The new Freshman class was not long in experienc-
ing the effects of war on college life. Social events were
kept at a minimum, expenditures were curtailed, far-
sighted planning was practically impossible. Regard-
less of such limitations we found ourselves at the end
of August a happy and promising group, not yet
wholly formed, but well on the way.

September brought the class into completion. The
newest addition was by far the largest unit composing
the whole and boasted among their number two male
students. Such a luxury was short lived, however, for
within a few months all three of '46's gentlemen were
called to war. Thenceforth we ventured on, an en-
tirely feminine organization.

With such a motley and loose-jointed group one is
likely to assume that little class spirit existed among
the members. That was precisely the situation, a pro-
duct of circumstances and not of individual sluggish-
ness. Each of the three sections were zealous and en-
thusiastic. Section loyalty superceded class fidelity.
Section character outweighed class reputation. '46 was
a real an unavoidable offspring of wartime SNAFU.
In effect, '46 was like a three-leaf clover — held to-
gether by a single stem but each leaf self-sufficient
and highly individual.

The month that saw the class completed saw also the
completion of the much needed and greatly wanted
new gym. No longer were we to be cramped in the
barracks or annoy the whole college with our shrieking
in the auditorium. We had our own gym building. It
was here that '46 — in collaboration with other classes
and organizations — held its social evenings and after-
noon frolics. It was here one glorious March evening
in 1943 that we won top honors and the victory plaque
after a hard fought Girl's Demonstration. Motley?
Loose-jointed? Yes! But we knew how to pull to-
gether, and we proved it that night. Excitement ran
riot in the locker room after the events were over.
Shouts of, "Well, kids, we did it!" "Yeah, beat the
seasoned seniors, think of it!" resounded while eyes
sparkeled and cheeks glowed. One would have thought
that the war was won, so proud were we.

The war! Always lurking in the background, crop-
ping up in lecture classes, conversations, silent mus-
ings. A friend home on leave ; the death of a loved one ;
another leaving for a theater of operations; a letter
from a distant field ... all these were a very real and
effective part of '46's college life. (Con't. on page 23)

THE TOWER LIGHT

MARGARET AMOS — "Pat"

Friendly, quiet, good natured
. . . long hair and plaits . . .
blonde streak on side . . . shy
smile . . . expressive eyes.

JEAX ARMSTRONG — "Jean"
Quiet, friendly, attractive . . .
movie fiend . . . shy smile . . .
S.G.A. treasurer . . . golden curls
. . . slips through the halls ever
so quietly.

JEAN BARNES — "Barnes"

Studious, chatterer, helpful . . .
Glee Club member . . . always
wide awake . . . affectionately
called "Genius" . . . "Nothing
wrong with me!"

MARY BAUMGARTNER -

"Mary B."
Capable, winsome, loyal . . .
S.G.A. gavel wielder . . . petite
. . . quick ... a born leader . . .
acrobat of the class . . . Mav
Court.

ALICE BLACKISTON — "Al"

Attractive, friendly, creative . . .
lovely hair and eyes . . . creative
design in her clothes . . . dainty
. . . fiend on classical music . . .
"Jim" ... "I just can't decide."

ALMA CALLAHAN — "Ikey"

Jolly, friendly, happy go lucky
. . . spends most of her time
thinking about what to do . . .
but always gets it done . . .
crazy . . . happy smile for every-
one . . . lots of fun . . . "Now wait
a minute."

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JUNE

1945

SI X.W \ [•: CALLAHAN — "Sue"
Athletic, cute, popular . . . Vic
and Emmittsburg . . . May
Court . . . loves pretty station-
ery . . . "Something like that."

ILLIAN CARLISLE — "Bo"
Attractive, shy, good natured . .
expressive and lovely eyes . . .
tall . . . quiet . . . May Day Com-
mittee chairman . . . Glenburnie
. . . "Oh, 1 wouldn't say that."

MARY CARROLL — "Mary C."
Capable, jolly, friendly . . .
president of the I.R.C. . . . treas-
urer of the S.G.A. . . . always has
a smile . . . Wild West fan.

CATHERINE CICERO — "Cassy"
Petite, responsible, fair minded
. . . lovely clothes . . . president
of the Senior Class . . . Miss
Barkley . . . going on from here
. . . "That's neat."

BARBARA COLLIER — "Babs"
Quick, petite, jolly . . . whiz on
the ropes . . . agile . . . master of
expressive sound effects . . . red
hair and naturally curly, too . . .
corde striped purse.

EDITH DOLLE — "E. D."

Quiet, friendly, shy . . .' lovely
clothes . . . dainty . . . the minis-
try . . . soft smile . . . easy going
. . . lots of fun to know.

DOROTHY EYERITT — "Dottie
Chatterer, friendly, fair minded
. . . interested in the Infantry's
83rd division . . . generous . . .
neat . . . willing typist . . . help-
ful ... "I hope I get a letter from
the "General."

LOIS MAY FALLIN — "Fallin"
Sweet, friendly, dainty . . . dia-
mond clan . . . lovely hair . . .
grin . . . constant battle with
clocks . . . fiend for classical
music . . . "Can't I relate this to
music somehow?"

BERNICE FELDMAN — "Bern"
Frank, witty, artistic . . . teaches
Hebrew evenings . . . wants to
go on from here and work with
math . . . tower clock troubles
. . . beautiful teeth . . . "Oh, I
wouldn't sav that!" ,

KATHERINE FLEZANIS —

"Kitty"
Dynamic, witty, petite . . . clay
modeler . . . "Lu's" shadow . . .
Nuts about Hartley . . . Assem-
bly Committee chairman . . .
Fred Waring . . . "What would
Bob Hope do in a case like
this?"

JULIA FOCUS — "Jule"

Shy, attractive, winsome . . .
leopard coat . . . gorgeous spark-
ler .. . Lyric fan ... "I wish I
knew where I were going student

teaching!

BERNICE FOX — "Bonnie"

Idealist, pensive, positive . . ..
beautiful hair . . . lovely clothes
. . . numbed by exams . . .
U. S. Navy . . . Hebrew school
instructor . . . Tschaikowsky
and Ravel . . . "I'm sorrv!"

LUCILLE FRAMPTON — "Lu"
Glamourous, retiring, capable
. . . lovely hair, long nails . . .
haunted the typing room . . .
always trying "new dishes" . . .
movie fiend . . . "Oh! Kittv!"

EDITH GERWIG— "Wiggie"

Quiet, studious, sociable . . .
badminton fan . . . Catonsville
commuter . . . club cellar . . .
Navy medic ... "I nearly died."

LUCY GOLDSMITH -

• "Woo Loo"
Petite, intelligent, frank . . . Dr.
Bulkley's specialty . . . wedding
bells and Dave . . . May Court
. . . "Oh ! I had the most wonder-
ful weekend."

BETTY LEE GRANGER -

'Baggy Lee"
Artistic, colorful, quiet . . . small
hands . . . very expressive eyes
. . . diamond clan . . . Ned and
Mississippi bound . . . "You
know what I mean!"

SHIRLEY HACKERMAN —

"Hack"
Attractive, ambitious, sweet . . .
Kappa Delta Pi . . . full of merry
smiles . . . friendly . . . successful
. . . quiet ways . . . Red Letter
Day Committee.

LOIS HALE— "Hale"

Quiet, studious, shy . . . our
sturdy gal . . . secretary of the
Marshalls ... art fan . . . horse
fan . . . owns her own, too . . .
hearty laugh and infectious
smile ... "I gotta get to work."

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ELLEN HART— "Ellen"

Attractive, tactful, friendly . . .
sparkling dark eyes . . . our
Maid of Honor . . . lias a per-
sonal interest in the book, "Pur-
ser's Progress" . . . Ocean City
. . . "Oh! Zimmie."

ALEDA HEBNER — "Skeets"

Ambitious, poised, perseverant
. . . interested in entomology . . .
devoted to churchwork ... is
writing a book, "Our Insect
Neighbors" . . . "Oh! Fudge!"

SHIRLEY HENSCHEN — "ShirV
Petite, attractive, responsible
. . . blonde belle . . . cooperative
. . . stylish . . . May Queen . . .
jitterbug . . . unforgetable social
chairman . . . floats on dance
floor . . . fun to work with . . .
"I got a letter."

HELEN HOWARD — "Helen"

Friendly, ambitious, capable . . .
Chief Marshall . . . hair do's (Dr.
Hartley likes it in the middle)
. . . Red Letter Committee . . .
seen with "Hack" mostlv.

MADELINE KEENAN -

"Lynn"
Chatterer, witty, artistic . . .
plaits and bows . . . loves to
dance . . . Publicity Committee
of the S.G.A. . . . letter writer
. . . "Kurt," to whom she is
"Maddy" . . . "I'm gonna be-
come a hermit."

BERNICE KNELL— "Bee"

Capable, sincere, tall . . . sense
of humor . . . everyone's friend
. . . Len and a baseball team . .
letter writer . . . "More fun."

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1945

ANN LANDIS — "A"

Executive type, individualist,
positive . . . "Reef" . . . Ocean
City . . . Eastern Alumnae . . .
loves to dance . . . May Court
. . . sports a fraternity pin . . .
"Come on, old girl!"

MINNA LARNER — "Moe"

Attractive, quiet, optimist, Sen-
ior 2's prettiest . . . Miss Mac
Donald and "Doc" Hartley . . .
friendly . . . May Court . . . nice
clothes . . . Prom Committee . . .
loves music . . . long nails and
dark polish . . . "You can say
that again."

JEAN LEHMAN — "Jean"

Capable, friendly, sweet . . .
nature lover (what are we going
to do without her?) . . . lovely
singing voice . . . Miss Mac
Donald and Miss Barkley . . .
hair do specialist for the "dorm."
President of the S.G.A.

HELEN MARTIN — "Helen"

Quiet, conscientious, musical . . .
songbird of Senior 3 . . . Glee
Club, of course . . . wistful blue
eyes ... six brothers! . . . "Well
I guess so."

WINIFRED McCANN-

" Winnie"
Frank, industrious, loyal . . .
current events champ . . . inter-
ested in room 202 . . . Chief
Marshall, when here.

LORRAINE MERRYMAN -

"Larry"
Attractive, frank, assertive . . .
May Court . . . likes to have a
good time . . . nice brown eyes
... A.M. M. P. (Navy) . . . witty
and sparkling humor ... "I see

what

vou mean!

EDNA MAY MERSON-

" Eddie"
Ambitious, friendly, athletic . . .
Kappa Delta Pi . . . modest . . .
"old Faithful" at electives . . .
loves to dance . . . always willing
to help . . . generous . . . our
radio gal.

JOANNE MILLER— "Jo"

Vivacious, happy go lucky, dim-
ples . . . has that gleam in her
eye . . . interest at Yale . . ."El"
. . . Ford's fan . . . Ocean City,
too . . . "Oh! My gosh!"

DOROTHY PARTICK-

" Dyson'
Athletic, sincere, good natured
. . . known by her giggle . . . ever
faithful member of the Glee
Club . . . wakes up her suite
mates by singing ... "1 swear."

HILDA PEPER— "Hilda"

Vivacious, chatterer, ardent . . .
expressive eyes . . . interested in
an artistic life ... if Lyle's the
artist . . . loves earrings . . . and
roller skating . . . "Piffle."

MARY ELLEN PERRIN -

"Perry"
Clairvoyant, assertive, fair-
minded . . . the section's pret-
tiest (Senior 6) . . . beautiful
voice . . . always with Olga . . .
A.A. president . . . Aberdeen . . .
Moser fan . . . "Are you kid-
ding?"

MARY ROSE REEVES -

"Reeves"
Attractive, positive, individual-
ist .. . lovely complexion . . .
May court . . . energetic . . . dis-
likes reading . . . brown eyes.

IRENE BERGER RUBENSTEIN

— "Renie"
Sensitive, effervescent, interest-
ed .. . lovely singing voice . . .
Jeanie Group . . . always dodg-
ing Miss Weyforth . . . Florida
. . . the section's first Mrs. (Sr.
6) . . . record collector . . .
"Wait'll I tell Paul!"

EMMA WEBB SANSBURY -

"Webby"
Petite, responsible, positive . . .
T.L. Editor . . . May Court . . .
loves math .... nice singing
voice . . . diamond clan . . .
Gerry . . . Mrs. Brouwer . . .
sweet smile . . . "Ohhh." . . .
"California here I come."

BETTY SHULMAN — "Betty"
Quiet, industrious, friendly . . .
Lyric fan . . . ambitious . . .
lovely clothes . . . loves music
and good books . . . petite . . .
seen with Edith most always.

BETTY SEITZ — "Betty"

Energetic, twinkling ej'es, in-
telligent . . . loves life . . . and
Ned . . . South Pacific bound . . .
dancing . . . May Court . . .
"Oh! I got a wonderful letter!"

OLGA SOLOMON — "Solie"

Affectionate, responsible, artis-
tic .. . letter writer ad volumi-
norum . . . Moser and Walther
. . . attractive hats . . . finds in-
spiration in reference library . . .
I.R.C. president ... "I got
three letters from Steve!" .

ESTER SPATH — "Spath"

Tactful, ardent, successful . . .
specializes in altitude, both phy-
sical and scholastic . . . faithful
teamster . . . Kappa Delta Pi . . .
San Diego bound with "Art" . . .
has that engaged look . . . S.G.A.
gavel wielder ... "I see what

you mean

EDITH STARK — "Starkie"

Quiet, shy, witty . . . our "car-
rot top" . . . tall and agile . . .
long nails and dark polish . . .
"Southpaw" . . . envied talent
for taking notes in shorthand . . .
loves classical music.

DOROTHY SUMMERS — "Dot"
Chatterer, friendly, sweet . . .
knockout collars . . . loves to
harmonize . . . anything with
math . . . Ocean City . . . sensi-
tive to rhythm . . . charming
smile . . . Glee Club . . . "I'm
just a nervous wreck!"

ALICE SYLVESTER—"^/"

Ambitious, positive, sincere . . .
Miss Barkley . . . varied inter-
ests . . . going on from here . . .
Columbia, perhaps . . . Classics
in music ... "I like variety!"

PATRICIA WADDEY — "Pat"
Gifted, discerning, pragmatic
. . . Strawberry Blonde . . . na-
ture lover . . . Shenandoah Val-
ley . . . individualist . . . Beetho-
ven and the Don Cossacks . . .
Army medic . . . S.G.A. Execu-
tive Board ... "I know, but-!"

THERESA WIEDEFELD-

"Tess"
Vivacious, chatterer, assertive
. . . green and blue skirt . . . va-
ried interests . . . haunts the
Pratt Library. . . expressive
gestures . . . Par Eastern prob-
lems and views . . . "Now wai-
ai- ai- ait a minute."
LOUISE WYATT — "Whit"

Attractive, slender, sportive . . .
always seen with Ginny . . .
loves all sports . . . constant
smile . . . loves a good time . . .
Rex . . . "Oh! I'd hate that!"

CHARLOTTE ZENKER -

"Char"
Ambitious, perseverant, loyal
. . . interested in the 3rd Army
. . . swimming . . . has always
wanted to fly high . . . loves
music . . . "I was soaring
through the air!"

ELIZABETH ZIMMERMAN -

"Zimmie"
Ardent, colorful, friendly . . .
Ocean City . . . loves color in the
newest shades . . . saves her let-
ters from Rousie to read alone at
night . . . May Court . . . House
President . . . "I'd like to ask a
question!"

These girls are also included in our class:
MARY RUSSELL JONES SHIRLEY SACKS

EVELYN KARAS VIRGINIA THORNTON

JUNE

1945

HONOR ROLL

"HOR WHAT WORTHIER CAUSE COULD THESE, OUR FELLOW CLASSMATES, HAVE LEFT
their Alma Mater, than to answer the call of their country? Not for monetary reward or advancement, but
to defend that which we also are fighting to preserve here at home in our classrooms. Freedom! Freedom of
speech, press, assembly and religion! Freedom from tyranny, oppression and force! The Freedom that we as
Americans daily enjoy. To these, our classmates, though unable to finish with us, we dedicate this page.

CORPORAL EDWARD LEROY CASH MAN — "Cash"

Timonium, Md . . . Towson High School . . . entered September '42 . . . quiet, energetic,
sociable . . . heart interest still in Cheyenne? Waiting at Ft. Warren in Wyoming.

CORPORAL RALSTON THOMAS CULLEN — "Ray"

Rising Sun, Md. . . . Rising Sun High School . . . entered September '42 . . . tall, light
and good-looking; "Cassanova" . . . athletic . . . enticed with England.

CORPORAL LYLE EARL WELLEMAYER — "Earl"

Baltimore, Md. . . . City College . . . entered June '42 . . . reserved, ambitious, friendly
. . . our Freshman president . . . still intends to teach . . . with the Air Corps in India.

To each, we the class of '46, SALUTE YOU!

THE TOWER LIGHT

Last Will and Testament

WE, THE CLASS OF '46, having dashed through
college' in three years, nevertheless found time
to acquire both sensibilities and liabilities which we
fondly bequeath to those we love best.

To the school:

A senior class as unpredictable as we. (That makes

us more interesting.)

Enthusiasm and college spirit that is just within the

limits of control

Oil for the chairs in the assembly hall (also the floor

has had too many retreadings)

A smoker with chairs in it

School clocks which are one-half hour slower than

city clocks

In the foyer'a radio victrola with an arm that is not

double-jointed in hopes it will stay in place for three

solid weeks

A piano with keys that play

Special pills which will provide concentrated sleep

for students

Three men for each of our 400 girls

A player piano to use in Miss MacDonald's classes

A monthly formal — with men

To the faculty:

Dr. Wiedefeld — students who understand the
difficulty of state approval

Capt. Miller (our advisor during our freshman
year) another Fr. 6

Dr. West (our advisor during our remaining years)
clear skies on observation nights with ever-visible
stars

Miss Barkley — her portrait to be painted by
Cezanne and hung in the Naval Academy (because
the Navy is a connoiseur of beautiful women)
Miss Bersch — a private garden to supply her
with daily bouquets

Miss Blood — a squad of jinrickshaws with drivers
to take her classes on tours of the harbor
Mrs. Brouwer — May Day equipment that puts
itself together, walks into place, then back again
Miss Brown — a Rural Club with members ad infi-
nitum

Dr. Bulkley — for variety: cersise, chartreuse, and
lavender pills

Dr. Crabtree — sections which are just dying to
put on an assembly

Capt. Crook — a whole slew of fifteen day fur-
loughs

JUNE 1945

Miss Daniels — students who will elect gym
practicum

Dr. Dowell — 1 large order of chanel No. 5 for
spraying the atmosphere at the Sewage Disposal
Plant

Dr. Hartley — a beret to keep down all that curly
hair; also, a life subscription to Alley Oop
Miss Holt — escalators that go to the third floor
Miss Kahl — a television machine to look into
early European history

Mr. Kiser — more termites to add to his collection
Miss MacDonald — a gong to ring on students
who are not playing the piano satisfactorily
Mr. Minnegan — more men at S.T.C. to keep him
here with us

Mr. Moser — a bell in the bottom of the waste-
basket to record his successes in chalk-throwing
Miss Roach — students that do not "chatter,
chatter, chatter"

Dr. Scott — a sealed container for transporting
tadpoles

Mrs. Stapleton — a supporting fund for the Dra-
matic club

Dr. Walther — more G. I. visitors
Miss Weyforth — an extra hour in every day for
glee club practice

Miss Woodward — a rental agency for student
teachers

Miss Yoder — students that really read in the
library
The preceding items we give as a class. Individual

members wish to leave the following — for better or

for worse.

Senior:

Mary Baumgartner — those glance-catching eyes
with eyebrows to match
Mary Carroll — soap for the gym showers
Babs Collier — her effervescing energy; her love
for dancing

Edith Dolle — her talent for "drawing"
Dot Everitt — her fine appreciation of waltz music
Bernice Feldman — her continental manner
Lois Hale — an annual tour of her farm
Ellen Hart — five hundred copies of the news-
paper article about — well you can read it when you
get it

Shirley Henschen — her dramatic personality
Madeline Keen an — her talent for dancing every-
thing but the Hartley square

{Continued on page 23)

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VICTORY

THRU
PHYSICAL

FITNESS

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JUNE • 1945

TT SEEMS "LONG, LONG AGO" SINCE THE
-L first time we entered the portals of our "Alma
Mater." There lives in our "Memories" many
thoughts and many events that we will cherish. Among
our "Souveniers" are many symbols of "Happy
Days." Even more cherished than events are the
people and the friends we knew at S.T.C. People, like
songs, are constantly in your mind.

Since life itself is like a song, "An Unfinished Sym-
phony," is there any wonder we remember the Class
of '46 by their favorite songs.

On our first day at S.T.C we met Esther Spath and
her circle of admirers. Ever since "Gather Round Me
Everybody" has been typical of our Student Govern-
ment President. Summer school, "Summertime" and
Dotty Summers just seem to belong "Together" with
Winnie McCann. On taking one look at Ellen Hart
you'll find "Your Heart Goes Bumpty-Bump."
"You'll Never Know" just why Lois Hale is crazy
about "Over There" or why Mary Ellen Perrin acts
the way she does when they play "It Could Happen
To You," or why Jean Barnes is always singing "I'm
Just Wild About Harry."

In the Class of '46 you'll find many and varied
interests. There is Joanne Miller who has a "Yale
Dog" and Lorraine Merryman who is interested in
"Stardust." Hilda Peper just feels she must lead "An
Artist's Life" when she isn't singing. Have you ever
met our famous Western advocate, Mary Carroll? If
you ever hear or see a "Cow poke-poking Along" the
corridors of S.T.C. you will know that Mary is near.
Dottie Everitt, however, is "Deep in the Heart of
Texas." We have often wondered who Helen Howard
is hoping to see in St. Louis while the band plays her
favorite, "The Missouri Waltz".

Helen Martin, on the other hand, likes pieces of a
more religious nature, the "Lord's Prayer" being her
favorite.

There are some questions which come to our mind
concerning the class. Just what power is there in
"Elmer's Tune" for Edith Dolle? What makes Eliza-
beth Zimmerman play "Heart and Soul" everytime
she is near a piano? Speaking of the piano, there's our
great pianist Pat Amos who always played "The
World is Waiting for the Sunrise" which in such times
as these has a great significance for all of us. Charlotte
Zenker would you please tell us why "Get Out and Get
Under" is your favorite? We feel that "Comrades" is
much more fitting for you and Dorothy Patrick. Why
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is Lynn Keenan always singing "Let's Take the Long
Way Home," especially since the March dance?

Most of us are "A Little On the Lonely Side" these
troubled days, but we think special mention should
go to Ann Landis, Betly Seitz and Edith Gerwig. Also
doesn't the rest of the world know that "None But the
Lonely Heart" are ever truly happy when "Every
Cloud Has a Silver Lining." Louise Wyatt and Ginnie
Thornton and Lucy Goldsmith, this little message is
for you.

Some songs describe the girls who love them best.
They do this better than any words of mine ever could.
There is "Pretty Kitty" Flezanis and our little "Straw-
berry Blond" Babs Collier. Above all we can't forget
those "Dark Eyes" of Olga Soloman. Have you ever
seen Mary Baumgartner in "Deep Purple?" That is
something out of this world. What could more ac-
curately describe Jean Armstrong and Jean Lehman
than "Jeanie With the Light Brown Hair"?

Naturally in every class this size, we have those who
prefer the more classical type music. Victor Herbert
is quite popular. The song "When You're Away"
holds a certain charm for Shirley Henschen. Betty Lee
Granger will any "Wedding March" do or are you
particular? Can you imagine Edna May Merson and
"A Song Without Words"? Betty Shulman sits en-
tranced when "The Overture to Romeo and Juliet" is
played. To make a hit with Lucille Frampton, all you
have to do is learn the "Champagne Waltz," from Die
Fledermaus. Wagner's "Evening Star" holds a strange
fascination for tall Edith Stark. Another Herbert fan
is Julia Focus, who is constantly singing "Till We Meet
Again." Who's the lucky one? Lois Fallin also likes it.
Aleda Hebner turns to nature with "The Flight of the
Bumble Bee." We wonder why Theresa Wiedefeld has
suddenly become interested in Tschaikowsky and
Rimsky-Korshx's "Song of India"? The "Concerto
No. 1 in B Flat Minor" holds a prominent place in
Webby Sansbury's phonographic collection along with
the "Sweetheart Waltz". What would the Baltimore
Symphony and Reginald Stewart do without their
most ardent admirer, Bernice Feldman whose favorite
is "Beethoven's Seventh Symphony".

Among Gershwin's followers is Shirley Hackerman
with "Smoke Get in Your Ej'es" and Bonnie Fox, who
simply swoons on the first measure. Pat Waddy seems
to be crazy about "Rhapsody in Blue".

Why is it that we only see Alma Callahan "Once in
a While" these days? Could it be Student Teaching?

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CLASS OF 1947

Officers:

President Peggy Crump

Vice-President Etta Jane Murray

Secretary- . ...Myra Belle Dudderak

Treasurer Shirley Zimmerman

S.G.A. Representative... . ..Norma Lee Merson

Day Social Chairman... Coryne Harmison

Resident Social Chairman. '..Virginia Hurry

FRESHMAN CLASS
Officers

President Marcelle Isabelle

Vice-President. Merrill Cohen

Secretary Janice Carrico

Treasurer Sara. Jane Young

S.G.A. Representative Mary Belle Cox

• Day Social Chairman .....Ida Sendleback

Resident Social Chairman Dorothy Baldwin

PROOF OF OUR COEDUCATION

AS WE PASS ON AND OUT

You perhaps have heard that we leave in June

The rest of us follow soon after.

Perchance you'll cry or sob or sigh.

What's that? ? . . . Did I hear some laughter?

You couldn't rejoice at our departure —
Not us! ! We're too unique.
We add spice, amusement and the like,
Of course — with our own technique !

To the Juniors we leave our men(?)
Ever heard of 'em? Well, you will in time.
To the Sophomores — our love of the "arts,"
(Which Mrs. Brouwer will help you define.)

And last but not least, that awe-inspiring group
We call Freshmen, must get their due lot.
Be different, independent, free thinking . . .

like us . . .
We guarantee you'll ne'er be forgot !

Lynn Keenan and other
"untnentional associates'

JUNE 1945

A MAY DAY BALLAD

AN AGENT FOR PEACE

Come with me to May Day

We shall have lots of fun

I'll show you all the sights there are

I'm sure I'll not miss one.

First we see our campus

In all its spring array,

Can you see the May Poles

And the dancing girls so gay?

We see the children's faces,

Adding brightness to our scene,

Brighter than the sunshine

And all its fairy beams.

We hear the Coronation March

Sh-sh-look to left and right,

Oh, how lovely they all look!

Tis such a marvellous sight.

And now the May Court's in full view

Behold — the lovely Queen of May —

With song and dance we greet them.

Who is happier, we or they?

Of course no day would be complete

Without a bit of fun.

Thus this has been provided

By our Town Crier and "his son".

Now this way, and you shall see
Our bond concessions in the ring.
Listen, too, and you shall hear
Our Glee Club singing songs of spring.

Come now — we must depart
The hour of closing draws near
But we need not be dismayed
For we shall come another year.

E. W. S.

TO THE SENIORS

There's no thrill in easy sailing,
When the skies are clear and blue;

There's no joy in merely doing
Things which anyone can do.

But there is great satisfaction,
That is mighty sweet to take,

When you reach a destination

That you thought you couldn't make.

A tiny dove winged on its way,
'Tis peace on earth again they say,
But of this thing they'd have no part
Until it came to a small child's heart.

His mother, gentle, kind and true,
Had done what mothers ought to do;
His teacher played no little role
To sow a seed within his soul.

For on his shoulders rest the peace
When strife within our world shall cease
And teachers, now as then, shall be
The light into eternity.

Edna May Merson

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OUR FIRST CLASS SONG
Tune: "Auld Lang Syne"

The Freshman Class will bring such pride

To dear old S.T.C.

And thru the years as we progress

Our love will grow for thee.

Next Soph then Juniors and Seniors finally,

For we will ever keep our faith

Toward you, our S.T.C.

Your high ideals inspires us all

To keep your name so fine;

For we will strive to do our best

Today and all the time.

From Teachers College, we gain knowledge,

Shine light on our path.

Remaining, retaining,

Our loyalty will last.

Shirley Terl

JUNE

1945

ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION

The Athletic Association promotes interest and
participation in the athletic activities of the school.
It conducts intramural and intersection games and
encourages individual sports. Awards for participa-
tion are the class number or the college letter.

ART CLUB

For those who are talented in art or who find pleas-
ure in doing art work, we have the Art Club under the
direction of Mrs. Brouwer. The crafts, fine arts and
art appreciation are the major interests of its members.

NATURAL HISTORY GROUP

Members of the Natural History Group under Dr.
Dowell are lovers of the out of doors. They combine
the joy of hiking with learning more about the world
around them. Most of us agree that this is a very
pleasant way to gain knowledge.

RURAL CLUB

Promoting a better understanding of community
life is the worthy purpose of the Rural Club. In order
to do this there are group discussions of civic and
social problems.

The members are also interested in the college glen
both for conservation and recreation, with Miss Brown
as their advisor.

STUDENT CHRISTIAN ASSOCIATION

The religious services of the college dormitory are
conducted by the Student Christian Association. Ves-
pers are held once each month to which a speaker is in-
vited. The S.C.A. Choir, under the direction of Miss
Mac Donald, furnishes the music- The candy room of
the dorm is taken care of by this group.

CHIMES GUILD

The Chimes Guild is a dormitory organization under
the leadership of Miss Mac Donald. The contribution
of this group is grace at dinner. Grace is sung at least
twice a week and on special occasions by the members.
All other evenings the girls alternate in the playing of
the chimes.

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GLEE CLUB

The members of the Glee Club like music and like
to sing. Under the direction of Miss Weyfprth they
give main tint' performances both inside the college
and out.

If they have a record of perfect attendance and
participate in the commencement program they are
elligible for a college letter.

INTERNATIONAL RELATIONS CLUB

If you are interested in international affairs, you
should be a member of the International Relations
Club. This organization is sponsored by the Carnegie
Endowment for International Peace. Its aims are to
! acquaint students with the problems and issues of the
day and to promote social contact.

STUDENT GOVERNMENT ASSOCIATION

Everyone in the college is a member of the Student
Government Association. The S.G.A. is the governing
body of the school. Any member has the privilege of
bringing any matter which has to do with the students'
welfare to the attention of the association. It is an
1 example of democracy in action.

MARSHALS

The Marshals are chosen each year from the fresh-
men and sophomore classes. They serve throughout
their attendance at the college. The Marshalls assist
at all meetings of the college, public functions, and
student assemblies. They can be recognized by their
gold and white armbands.

HOUSE COMMITTEE

The entire Resident Student Body elects the mem-
bers of the House Committee to serve as the governing
body of the dormitory. Weekly, the House Committee
meets to help students with their problems and to dis-
cuss anything which concerns the dorm in general.

TOWER LIGHT STAFF

The Tower Light is the College's monthly publica-
tion — October through June. The Student Staff un-
der the guidance of Mrs. Brouwer, Dr. Crabtree, Mrs.
Stapleton, and Dr. Walther organizes the material
contributed by the Student Body.

JUNE

1945

>emor

Amos, Margaret. .9306 Harford Rd., Baltimore, 14

Armstrong, Jean , Lothian, Md.

Barnes, Jean 722 Grantle}- St., Baltimore, 29

Baumgartner, Mary. .Smith Ave., Mt. Washington,

Baltimore, 9

Blackiston, Alice 5200 Belleville, Md., 7

Callahan. Alma 3009 Wells Ave., Baltimore, 19

Callahan, Sue 3009 Wells Ave., Baltimore, 19

Carlisle, Lillian High Point, Pasadena, Md.

Carroll, Mary 3960 Wilsby Ave., Baltimore, 18

Cicero, Catherine 3007 Mayfield Ave.,

Baltimore, 13
Collier, Barbara. . .Artizan St., Williamsport, Md.

Dolle, Edith 1613 McHenry St., Baltimore, 23

Everitt, Dorothy Bel Air, Md.

Tallin, Lois Mae.3000 N. Rogers Ave., Baltimore, 7
Feldman, Bernice 19 S. Collington Ave.,

Baltimore, 31
Flezanis, Katherine 404 S. Oldham St.,

Baltimore, 24

Focus, Julia 5313 Pembroke Ave., Baltimore, 6

Fox, Bernice. 2308 Druid Park Drive, Baltimore, 15
Frampton, Lucille 3511 Liberty Heights Ave.,

Baltimore, 16
Gerwig, Edith 33 Overbrook Rd., Catons-

ville, 28, Md.

Goldsmith, Lucy 812 E. 41st St., Baltimore, 18

Granger, Betty Lee 1315 Sulphur Spring Rd.,

Halethorpe, Md.
Jones, Mary Russell 3 Forest Drive, Catons-

ville, 28, Md.
Hackerman, Shirley .2609 Springhill Ave.,

Baltimore, 15
Hart, Ellen. . . .4025 Deepwood Rd., Baltimore, 18
Hebner, Aleda. . . .2723 Tivoly Ave., Baltimore, 18
Henschen, Shirley. 7210 Dunglen St., Dundalk, 22

Howard, Helen 229 Willow Ave., Towson, 4

Karas, Evelyn. . . .716 S. Oldham St., Baltimore, 24
Keenan, Madeline 104 E. Montgomery St.,

Baltimore, 30
Knell, Bernice 2319 Edmondson Ave.,

Baltimore, 23

Landis, Ann 2900 Ailsa Ave., Baltimore, 14

Larner, Minna 1201 Scott St., Baltimore, 30

Lehman, Jean Hagerstown, 1, Md.

Martin, Helen Emmitsburg, Md.

McCann, Winifred 6401 Rosemont Ave.,

Baltimore, 6

Mi.rryman, Lorraine Knoxville, Md.

Merson, Edna May 119 Elizabeth Ave.,

Lansdowne, Md.

Miller, Joanne 3212 Loch Raven Rd.,

Baltimore, 18

Patrick, Dorothy Woodbine, Md.

Peper, Hilda. .6801 Golden Ring Rd., Raspeburg, 6
Perrin, Mary Ellen 18 S. Monroe St.,

Baltimore, 23

Reeves, Mary Rose Forest Hill, Md.

Rubenstein,. Irene Berger.1610 N. Smallwood St.,

Baltimore, 16

Sansbury, Webby Friendship, A. A. Co., Md.

Seitz, Betty 3041 Frisby St., Baltimore, 18

Shulman, Betty 3401 Liberty Heights Ave.,

Baltimore, 15

Solomon, Olga 3026 Va. Ave., Baltimore, 15

Spatii, Esther. . . .3904 Southern Ave., Baltimore, 6
Stark, Edith. . . .3310 Spaulding Ave., Baltimore, 15
Summers, Dorothy. . .3507 Elm Ave., Baltimore, 11

Sylvester, Alice 1201 Scott St., Baltimore, 30

Thornton, Virginia 4640 Schenley Rd.,

Baltimore, 10
Waddey, Patricia. 2716 E. Preston St., Baltimore, 13
Wiedefeld, Theresa.204 E. Chase St., Baltimore, 2

Wyatt, Louise 610 Dunkirk Rd., Baltimore, 12

Zenker, Charlotte 26 S. Kossuth St.,

Baltimore, 29

Zimmerman, Eliz Ingelside Ave., Baltimore, 7

Sacks, Shirley 3505 Reisterstown Rd.,

Baltimore, 15

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"MEMORIES"

{Continued from page 16)

Mary Rose Reeves "Together" with Irene Berger
Rubenstein almost make for "Sally, Irene and Mary".

Alice Sylvester, "My Ideal," and Minna Larner cer-
tainly seem to be "Buddies" these days. It sure sounds
like a good arrangement to us.

Once again the spotlight must be shared with "Al-
ways" for Sue Callahan — while Lillian Carlisle is
partial to the "Army Air Corp".

Our days at S.T.C are drawing to a close. As each
day slips away we say "How Can We Leave Thee"?
But yet we also would like to try what we have learned
here at college. So, instead of saying "Aloha Oe" we'll
say "Till We Meet Again".

THE TOWER LIGHT

SNAFU

(Continued from page 6)

Motley? Loose-jointed? Yes! But we knew there
was a war going on, and we pulled as one group to help
put over bond drives and blood donor projects.

And then came a greater service . . . the Victory Pool
Drive. We didn't work as a class then, but neither did
the rest of the school. In teams we made frosted
apples, held barn dances, sold soft drinks and ice
cream, threw darts — anything to raise money for
bonds. We wanted a memorial swimming pool, and we
were willing to work hard to get it. We took advan-
tage of the May Day festivities, and from behind our
stalls sold our wares. Motley? Loose-jointed? Yes!
But we went over the mark when our total gains were
calculated and our goal exceeded.

Standing alone, '46 has no glorious record of un-
usual or outstanding feats to leave in her wake for
posterity. But this one thing she boasts: In a day when
money, jobs, and the lure of adventure beckoned with
unliring effort; when a sense of values was sadly lack-
ing on the home front; when our world of peace and
tranquility was horribly shattered; these of '46 denied
themselves money, glamor, fame, and, yes, fortune, and
attached themselves to a neglected, but exceedingly
indispensable profession — choosing the difficult and
unheralded but also the enduring.

No glorious record, no blazing past, but reward will
come someday when, as in the days of Solomon, "Their
children will rise up and call them blessed."

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LAST WILL, etc. (Continued from page 13)

Edna Mae Merson — her renouned attraction for
A's

Hilda Peper — her technique in relating incidents
Betty Shulman — her appreciation of classical
music

Edith Stark — her wonderful disposition
Theresa Wiedefeld — her poly-faceted interests
Elizabeth Zimmerman — her friendliness and de-
sire to spend a day in Annapolis
Mary Jones — her positiveness

Senior 2:

Jean Barnes — her ability to simultaneously sleep
in class and take notes
Lillian Carlisle — her litheness
Catherine Cicero — to the next senior president,
a pipe in which to put her troubles and smoke them;
JUNE 194S

also an extra hour in every week in which to hold

class meetings

Minna Larner — the secret of that "forever-in-

place" hair

Jean Lehman — her love for truth, candor and

floriculture

Webby Sansbury — her many "special deliveries"

and "surprise packages" (also her love for the Navy)

Alice Sylvester — her joy of outdoor life and that

valuable competent manner

Senior 3:

Sue Callahan — that ever-straying lock

Lucy Goldsmith — her "excess" weight

Betty Lee Granger — her musical ability

Bernice Knell — 1 pint of whoodle whoodle

Ann Landis — her "gracefulness"

Helen Martin — her lovely voice

Joanne Miller — laughing Irish eyes

Dorothy Patrick — her happy disposition

Betty Seitz — punctuality (! !); the secret of her

natural slimness

Virginia Thornton — her floor space in the

smoker

Louise Wyatt — her pin-up girl qualifications

Charlotte Zenker — her invisible wings

Senior 6:

Irene Berger — her knack for getting a husband

Julia Focus — her enthusiasm

Bonnie Fox — her beautiful black locks

Edith Gerwig — her brown eyes

Winifred McCann — to the next Marshall Chief,

a magnet to draw all marshalls to meetings on time

Ellen Perrin — goldfish that stay put

Olga Solomon — her executive ability

Esther Spath — her literary acumen

Dorothy Summers — the secret of her crowning

glory; also, capturable bees

Pat Waddey — her naturalness

Specials:

Jean Armstrong -

Lois Mae Fallin

Shirley Hackerman \-

Helen Howard

Evelyn Karas — her artistic talents

Shirley Sacks — her charm

her calmness
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a moment of silence in the

library

With due respect to our bequests and the chaos they
will bring, we do hereby acknowledge this document
as our Last Will and Testament.

Class of '46

Mr. and Mrs. L. E. Sakers

Mrs. Alfred E. Heacock

Miss Grace Failing

Mr. and Mrs. Joseph W. Merson

Mr. Joseph Freedman

Imogine Hennemann

Ronald Morris

Alice Sylvester

Mr. and Mrs. W. Nitkoski

Peggy and Estelle

Mr. and Mrs. Joseph A. Sollod

Catherine and Charlotte

Mr. and Mrs. H. M. Schulte

Leroy and John

Mr. Roy Kiser

Mr. and Mrs. Frank Shoemaker

Miss Esther Spath

Minna Larner

Rose Cicero Jacoby

Edmund G. Sperlein

Mr. and Mrs. Roy A. Hendricks

R. S. Cicero

Mr. and Mrs. Harry Mattax

Mr. and Mrs. Clarence Harman

Cpl. and Mrs. Theodore Englar

Norma Englar

Mr. and Mrs. John Sommers

Betty Hunt

Ruth Powell

Miss Mary Lamdin

Mr. and Mrs. Henry Sansbury

Miss Laura Virginia Sansbury

Gerald Griffith — U. S. Navy

Mr. and Mrs. J. Henry Lehman

John Lehman — U. S. Navy

Mr. and Mrs. Victor H. Spruill

Pfc. Victor Foute Spruill, U. S. M. C.

Dr. Willaim A. Rae

Mr. and Mrs. Howard J. Resau

Mr. and Mrs. John A. Keseling

Mr. and Mrs. Brent Worley

Mr. and Mrs. Ellis H. Sapp

Mr. and Mrs. William S. Keister

Jean I. Barnes

J. Edward Barnes

Lt. Edith M. Barnes, A. N. C.

Rose Garguilo

Ellen Reter

Mr. and Mrs. Frederick J. Thomas

Mr. John T. Forney

Miss Virgil Lankford

Mr. and Mrs. Milton Day

Mr. and Mrs. Ernest Smith

Mr. and Mrs. William F. Wiedefeld

Mrs. and Mr. E. Curt Walter

Mr. and Mrs. J. Ovide Isabelle

Mr. and Mrs. Leroy Henschen

Mr. and Mrs. William J. Peper

Mr. and Mrs. Wm. W. Carlisle

Clyde Devore, A. M. M. P. 3/C

Mr. and Mrs. Charles H. Merryman

Genny Davis

Tom Merriken

Mr. and Mrs. George Mogg

Ruth and Emma Mogg

Lee Malchester

Hez and Victor

Edith Paul

Betty Anne Spruill

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Dedication

TO THE MEMBERS OF THE FRESHMEN
Class of our college we dedicate this our first
edition of the TOWER LIGHT for the 1945-46 year.
May this in some way express our sincere admiration
for their cooperation and helpfulness. They have
entered with an attitude of willingness to learn and
work. Their spontanietyand enthusiasm are admirable.
They have brought with them the spirit of "new
blood" — may they extend this zeal to their successful
development in this, the teaching profession.

You are an able class. You've made a good begin-
ning. Continue to do "big things" and to make your
college proud of you.

Sincerely yours,

Edda Torr.

Greeting to the Freshmen!

Dear Freshmen,

You are just embarking on your college career.
This is your maiden voyage in the teaching profes-
sion. Make the most of it.

If you haven't already learned to love our college
and its traditions and beauty — you will eventually.
As freshmen, you have much to look forward to. As
newly entered students, plan your life here at S.T.C.
so that it will include those phases of college life that
you will want to recall and remember with joy. The
activities here are varied widely enough to include
most of your interest. Become active in your school
both in curricular and extra-curricular activities,
keeping in mind always that you are striving to de-
velope the attitudes and characteristics of a well-
balanced, well-rounded personality. Your profession
needs the type of individual whose goals and standards
are well above "just average".

Your studies should be given foremost attention,
but life as it is lived in the "after classes" time can
and should be just as vital a part of you as your
scheduled activities. Just now, you are probably
"feeling out" your likes and dislikes and are in the
process of selecting the groups and clubs with which
you wish to work. Fine ! Go into each of these exper-
iences with that same fine enthusiasm that so charac-
terizes your class, but remember to keep a listening
ear and willingness to be told "How", "When",
"Why", and "Where".

All too soon your stay here at Towson will be
drawing to a close and each tiny insignificant phase of
your college life will suddenly be brought into closer
focus, so do those things now that will be worthy of
reminiscience in your post-college life.
OCTOBER • 1945

A Reminder —

THE FRESHMEN, AS A BODY OF STUDENTS,
newly found in the venerable halls of S.T.C, en-
compass more than just a group of college men and
women. The myriad idiosyncrasies of each individual
must be considered.

You have seen the newcomers in the halls, arms
loaded with books, and, you have thought, no doubt,
"Ah, a new broom sweeps clean. I, too, once had such
ambition." (Cynical Senior speaking.) You have
seen them run (not after that certain notice — and
they were not alone) to get in the cafeteria line at
lunchtime, and in the library, talking of the "but
terrific" assignments such and such a teacher gave
them. You have seen them in the bookshop, munch-
ing candy between classes, or buying paper and text-
books. One of them may, perhaps, be your "little
sister" (or "brother"). But do not forget that they
are more than this or that freshman class; more than a
group of new faces in the halls; more than a new roll
on an instructor's attendance sheet — they are individ-
uals. Don't forget it.

Get to know your new fellow-classmen — remember
their names, their individual faces, their opinions and
tastes. What they think is important. Let us not be so
concerned with our own opinions as to exclude their
ideas about college affairs. It is easy to forget that
you, too, were once a freshman. Let us all remember
"to remember".

Teachers, remember more than just their names.
It is easy for instructors to forget that students are
more than "seat-fellers" in classes, more than just
"names". Remember their ideas, their contributions in
classroom work, their efforts to become good future
teachers. And let us, the student body, remember the
same and more, let us not forget them, above all, as
classmates and friends. Let us continue to cooperate
in our work and play, as most of us are already doing.

Eileen Lynch, Sr. 4.

The Challenge of

Looking Ahead

"We should all be concerned about the future,
because it's where we're going to spend the rest of our

Charles F. Kettering.

HERE WE ARE, YOU AND I, ON THE
threshold of a new year at this college. What
does the future hold for you as a student or as a
teacher in a world that is binding up the wounds of
conflict? What challenges will confront you in the
months to come?

Perhaps you are a Freshman, anxious to "hitch
your wagon to a star" and reach great heights in your
newly chosen career, if so strive to attain great
heights. Or maybe, you're an upper classman promis-
ing yourself to be a better person for having lived
through the experiences of a freshman or a sophomore
— if so keep that promise.

This year should be one of great planning and
great accomplishments in this school, in this com-
munity, in this state, in this nation and in this world.
We say that man has fought this war so that his fellow
men may be free — if this is so, it is up to us to see that
it becomes a truth. For it is nothing to lay down the
terms of a treay of peace to a vanquished enemy,
unless we refrain from indulging in the very things
which brought about the need for such a treaty to
ever be drafted. Can we say — free the slave, when
men in our nation live as such? Can we say — equal
opportunities for all, when men still starve? Can we
say — freedom to elect by popular vote, when thous-
ands are staying away from the polls because of poll
taxes?

You shrug your shoulders — what is all this to me?
I have no vote, I hold no man in slavery, and I'm not
a representative at the table of peace. What is my
share? What is my challenge? It is your challenge to
be the man behind the man at the peace table. It is
your task to endeavor to educate the masses by your
acts of tolerance, and desire to be free. You don't
need a white banner or a parade, for the spirit of
democracy lies in the few who have found it them-
selves and have given what they believed to the
world.

We are here because men believed in an ideal — the
ideal of FREEDOM ! Now it's up to us. The CHAL-
LENGE is ours. We can dash it to the earth unheeded
or hitch our wagons to that star!

Or have they died in vain?
2

PROFESSIONAL

JUST AS FRESH AS OUR FRESHMEN (AND I
mean that in a complimentary way, honest !) are
the plans for an exam. week. It's a good idea, don't
you think? Or don't you know the plans? Well, let me
explain —

For many years now both the faculty and the
student body have thought that an examination week,
a time when there would be nothing but exams.,
would be highly profitable to our school and the
members therein, but very little was done about it —
until this year, that is. And now, for all of this hard
work of really putting on paper a plan that will work,
and incidentally, one that will be tried this semester,
we have the Standing Committee to thank.

The last, or eighteenth week of each semester will
be set aside for exams. This year that will come on
Jan. 28, 29, 30, and 31. Please note, that is only four
days, leaving Friday free. Yummee!

Each exam, period is two hours long, thus giving
you (and me) time to put down all of the knowledge
we have been accumulating. (Who am I trying to
kid?) The hours for exams, will be: 8:00 to 10:00
a. m., 10:00 to 12:00 noon, 1:00 to 3:00 p. m., 3:00 to
5:00 p. m.

I see a deep wrinkle of dislike coming between your
eyes and it shouldn't be there because you're thinking
that you're going to work like an "eager beaver" all
day from 8 to 5. "No can do" because no student can
have more than two exams, per day. That means that
we might have one from 8:00 to 10:00 and then not
another one u'ntil 3:00 p. m. We have all that time to
study.

During this week no regular classes, homework, or
extra-curricular activities will be carried on, so that
we'll really be able to concentrate all of our attention
on the exams which we have scheduled. Won't it be a
lot different from knowing you're having an exam, and
four or five classes next day, beating your brains out
the night before over the test material, and then
arriving in the other classes totally unprepared,
squirming in your seat all those hours because the
instructor might call for some piece of work that
should have been done?

You've been thinking that an exam, week will
necessitate an exam, from an instructor who doesn't
usually give one. Such is not the case. If an in-
structor does not wish to give a final exam., he will
meet his class for the two hour period for discussion,
reports, or any other activities he may decide upon.
The instructor may not excuse his class from this

(Continued on page 8)
THE TOWER LIGHT

G.I. VISITORS

Josh Wheeler visited the college while on a thirty
day furlough from England.

Theodore Katenkamp was home on a "short delay"
before going to California.

Bernard Phelps was among those present for
graduation.

Harold Kutz is back to the "Battle of Texas" after
a fifteen day furlough.

Comdr. Carl E. Bull, U.S.N. R., was a recent visitor
at the college. He says, "On a thirty day leave and
then to duty on the staff of the Commander Destroyers
Atlantic Fleet."

Lucien Peters, a Radar Navigator, was home on a
thirty day leave. His next assignment was to report to
Greensboro, N. C.

John Shock was ready to go out on VJ Day with a
B-29 Crew, but now is uncertain about anything.

Donaldson Gorsuch is now an ex-soldier and "feeling
swell."

Jack Williamson — "Back from Das Reich for forty
five days and then to Oklahoma for whatever may
happen. Would sure like to see some of the '43'ers.
Among the other recent recent visitors were :

John Wheeler, who has returned to camp in Texas.

Herbert J. Stern, 2nd Lt. M.A.C.

Robert Bishop.

Ralph Barrett.

Dick and Dottie Pulse.

Louis Cox, Jr. and his wife.

Announcing:

Second College Bond Contest

LAST SPRING THE TREASURY'S COLLEGE
Contest was designed to discover the best, all
round college program. The winner, Lowell State
Teachers College in Lowell, Massachusetts, was chosen
for a program which has created in every single
student and faculty member a true awareness of the
importance of United States Savings Bonds.

Many entries were received which were truly out-
standing in one or more phases of the program. This
year, to allow full recognition of these special achieve-
ments, Treasury awards will go as follows:

1. To the college which has most effectively drama-
tized its hospital campaign.

2. To the college which has had the most influence
in a community Bond program.

3. To the college with the most thorough academic
program conducted by six or more departments in sup-
port of the general College Bond program.
OCTOBER • 1945

4. To the college with the best newspaper or maga-
zine publicity in the Bond program. (This includes
Bond ads, special features, regular sales reports and
editorials.)

5. To the writer of the best paper on the subject:
"The importance of college Savings programs in the
Post War period."

The contest will run from October 15 to December
15. Entries should be mailed to your State War
Finance Office, not later than December 20.

HOW TO PRESENT YOUR ENTRIES.

Reports may be submitted in any form. Last year,
scrapbook reports were found most effective. Include
in your report pictures, editorials, sales reports. Aim
for clarity and conciseness in your write-ups.

AWARDS FOR CAMPUS PHOTOGRAPHERS:

For the outstanding student or faculty photography
of Bond activities, the well known American photo-
grapher, Captain Edward Steichen, USNR, has con-
tributed an original camera study. All entrees should
be sent to your state Schools-at-War Chairman not
later than one week after taking of the picture. Sub-
mit as many pictures as you wish.

MANUSCRIPT AWARDS.

Here are the prizes which will be presented to the
libraries of the winning colleges: All are original manu-
scripts.

Memoirs: Sherwood Anderson
A Thousand Shall Fall: Hans Habe
Some of My Best Friends are Soldiers: Margaret

Halsey
Names on the Land: George Stewart
Apartment in Athens: Glenway Wescott

Poet's Corner

Freshmen —

Fall and freshmen

The halls vibrating laughter

While drop by drop

New term enthusiasm

Leaks into the building's veins

Rooms brimming

With eager students

Full of that vital pep

That only freshmen can bring

Freshmen —

Fall and freshmen.

Bernice Shugar, Jr. 4 Sp.

A Freshman's Impression

ON A GLOOMY, RAINY DAY IN SEPTEM-
ber I began my freshman year here at the State
Teachers College. The following days, however, were
brighter and filled with many cheerful activities. I
remember well, my first visit to the glen, of all the
stillness and beauty I found there secluded from the
everyday thoughts and noises. I remember my first
impression as I looked up on the hilltop at the beauti-
ful, old, ivy covered buildings haunted by students of
other days; and of the huge, velvet-clothed lawn
spotted with trees and shrubs.

Then, too, I recall strolling inside and gazing at the
stained glass windows outlining the history of the
college. But, best of all, I remember the cheery atmos-
phere as I stepped into Newell Hall, my new home.
When ever I look at the dark, varnish-stained, old-
fashioned woodwork I am always conscious of the
beautiful traditions and customs of S.T.C.

As a freshman, I fell in love with the college that
first day and nothing can make me think any less of
this school, in fact, I love it more each day. I only
want to continue loving it and to live up to its high
standards and beautiful traditions.

Mary Lou Wallace, Fr. 6.

The Impressions
of a Freshman

"So many new faces" . . .

"So many new faces are seen 'round the hall —
There must be a thousand; we can't learn them all."

Oh, woe, to the upperclassmen,

And woe to the underdog, too.

The Freshmen have arrived here

With questions by the slew.

And what a surprise on their faces

To hear, "One night a week out!"

But patience, dear children — yes, patience;

The first is the worst of the bout.

You envy your "big sister" seniors,

And think theirs is a life of bliss,

But the life you are leading as freshmen

Should never be run amiss.

Before you can stop and count figures

The time will pass so quickly on,

That the work and the pleasure of college

Will be coming — then going — then gone.

Ginny Franz, So. 3.

THE FIRST NIGHT I WANDERED TO S.T.C.
to park my luggage and another essential, mainly
me, I distinctly remember my feeling of ease with the
whole situation. After the family helped me to move a
conglomeration of paraphernalia up to my penthouse
on the third floor, overlooking what I thought was a
crematory, (but what I later discovered to be a
laundry with an abnormal chimney) I gave a big sigh
of relief because as yet my roommate had not arrived
and I could fulfill all those irregular whims I have such
as playing "Don't Fence Me In," ten times or more.

I hurriedly unpacked my suitcases and removed
skirts and sweaters that I fear an Eskimo would have
cooked in. Of course, this was during war days when
an individual froze one night and cooked another, so
with the unasked for advice of numerous individuals, I
was prepared for the worst.

With one graceful swoop of the hand, I reached into
the cupboard and absentmindedly pulled at coat
hangers, which were not there. Goodness! I rumaged
through all sorts of places before I realized that a little
white piece of paper had distinctly said "Bring own
hangers."

I was in such a jolly mood that even the absence of
needed coat hangers couldn't daunt me, so with
another thought of praise for the yet vacated bed of
my roommate, I proceeded to drape my wardrobe
about the towel rack, desks, chairs, bedposts, waste
can and door knob.

Up to this point, living in a Dorm was an adventure.
Then to my amazement, I heard a terrible pounding on
the door, it opened and heads of all descriptions,
loomed in, the feet still left outside. Guided by the
leering smiles encountered, I tried to analyze their
thoughts, and found them to be thinking "Ha ha one
more timid freshman," or "Gee Whiz — she's sooo
young to." None of this came forth verbally of course,
instead, something sweet like, "Well hello. You're a
new freshmen aren't you? We were sure you'd be lone-
some, so we came over to give you a big, big welcome!"

To myself I thought "You can't win Downing. It's
your frightened look that must draw people. No
unique little things will you venture into this night.
You have visitors. You are now a hostess so speak
woman speak.

I did speak with one unenthusiastic, "Hello." This
lack of enthusiasm was interpreted as a universal

{Continued on page 6)
THE TOWER LIGHT

CLUB NEWS

FLASH! THAT EXTRA-CURRICULAR PHASE
of activities that fills out our college program at
S.T.C. has gone into action — the CLUBS! Starting off
with a bang at the Club's Assembly on October 16 —
these groups swung into action.

The Natural History Group (N.H.G.) is a club that
is really fun as well as educational. (That shows how
modern they are!) The N.H.G. takes hikes on Fridays
and Saturdays, has speakers for the college, and now
that the war is over — maybe they can take some of
those overnight hikes and Solomon's Island trips!
Look for a big year for the N.H.G. !

The Little Theatre Guild, our dramatic club, ex-
pects big things to happen. The membership of this
group will make a big leap — they'll show us how many
talented students we have at our Alma Mater. And
then — Dr. Brewington is the advisor, So !

The S.G.A. Bulletin is campaigning for an appro-
priate new name and a lot more staff members. Don't
forget to add your suggestions and "hot" bits of news.
We bet things will begin to hum with Betty Jane
Johnson as the new editor. Let's give them our sup-
port — the "? ? New Name? ? Bulletin" will be just
what we all make it!

The Student Christian Association is the religious
group on campus for dormitory AND day students.
Their activities vary from the most solemn to the
gayest! You've heard the students talking about the
speakers they've had in assembly and at the monthly
evening vespers in the dorm. (Remember everyone is
invited and welcome!), the candy room and selling
car-checks and stamps for the students convenience in
the dorm — the Pajama Parties after study hour —
(they've "put their hair up" instead of letting it
down) — the chapel, an inspirational meeting on
Tuesday mornings at 8:10 — the week at Camp Kane-
satake (Penn.) in June — the week-end conferences at
John Hopkins and at Franklin and Marshal College in
Lancaster, Penn. (Better hurry to sign up for F. and
M. conference on Nov. 10-11 — all students welcomed
— watch the bulletin board.) The S.C.A. is really fun
and most worthwhile — join their activities!

The Men's Club may be a minority group — but
then "Dynamite comes in small packages." (Who said
anything about being small?) They have big meetings
and serious talks — all about business, of course. They
represent the indispensable group on campus — Yep
all seven of 'em !

What Freshmen Think of S.T.C.

Virginia Cacace: "It's better than I expected it to
be — there's no place like it."

Jean Abill: "I like it a lot — that is I like it a lot but
I'd rather be home."

Clara Beall Carter: "I think its grand."

Joyce Reisinger: "It was confusin' at first, but now
its swell."

Mary Rosencrantz: "I'd like to make an 'A' on my
English themes."

Peggy Norwood: "I'm beginning to like it but I
still don't like it like I should like it."

Gwendolyn Blizzard: "I like it — was impressed by
the friendliness of the kids — place is fine but get me a
new room."

Winifrid Haines: "Everyone's swell but I love those
weekends."

Bertha Beiner: "Not so bad — aside from music,
everything's going fine — not enough social activities
to encourage school spirit."

Joan Sorensen: "No football team — need co-ed
activities." Likes profs.

Shirley Young: " . . need for cooperation between
dorm and day students." Likes campus.

Rosemary Zellinger: " . . more settees . . . with men."

Hilda Martin: "It's wonderful ..."

Norma Appel: " . . easier than Eastern . . " Likes
free periods.

Elizabeth Roberts: "I like the school and the
teachers but not the marking system." Wouldn't
trade it for anything.

Mary Lou Wallace: " . . love the place, girls."

Keith Rembold, Carl Reitze, Norval McDonald:
" . . fine place . . lacks school spirit but we're helping
to make it co-educational."

Helen Hanson: "Nice atmosphere, it's silly, gay."

Nancy Gilpin: " . . informal, better than high
school."

Jean Sharp: "Words fail me . . "

Jeanne Hyatt: "I love it . . "

Jane Downing.

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OCTOBER

194S

Off The Record

ON THURSDAY MORNING OF A PAST
week, a momentous event occurred, of which
many of us were not informed. Dr. Brewington,
S.T.C.'s illustrious Freshman advisor, hurried pell-
mell to his desk, announcing proudly to all and sundry
within earshot, "I'm an uncle this morning. My sister
has just given birth to twins."

And who, indeed, would not have been enthusiastic
about such a gala event? Just think — a double-uncle!
Is it any wonder that Dr. Brewington was "twin-
minded" for the remainder of the week?

This incident had certain repercussions, as Miss
Barclay, of the library, could tell you. It seems that
Dr. Brewington, in his peculiar state of "twin-
mindedness," dictated an assignment to one of his
Freshman classes. One of his students, in attempting
to acquire the book needed to complete the assign-
ment, consulted Miss Barclay. After reading the title,
which the Freshman emphatically stated she had
faithfully transcribed from Dr. Brewington's dicta-
tion, Miss Barclay declared, "You have the title
'Contemporary Twins,' but I'm sure we have no book
of that name in the library. Suppose you look it up in
the catalogue."

The Freshman looked it up. A slight mistake had
been made on the part of the instructor, it seems. The
correct title was "Contemporary Trends." Could it be
that there is a new trend in the age-old malady of
"seeing double"?????

Dr. Brewington, apparently, has monopolized our
"Off-the-record" department for the month. Perhaps
this tale, "well calculated to keep you in suspense"
(and stitches, we hope) concerns the fish-bowl in the
student-faculty room, and a mysterious piece of marine
life discovered therein.

It has not been determined, with complete cer-
tainty, who made the startling discovery of the in-
triguing purplish bit of growth which seemed to appear
suddenly in the aforementioned fish-bowl; but said
discovery definitely created "a stir" among the
scientifically-minded intellects among both students
and faculty. This puzzling manifestation, to all
appearances the result of spontaneous combustion,
was carefully transferred from fish-bowl to laboratory,
for the purpose of further scientific investigation.
Several hypotheses were advanced as to the nature of
the botanical phenomenon, and many possibilities
were explored as to its particular variety of fungus,
bacteria, etc.

Meanwhile, Dr. Brewington, hearing of the excite-
ment ensuing from the phenomenon, realized the
origin from whence it had sprung, and hastened to
inform the investigators that an erroneous impression
had been created. Dr. Brewington, for reasons known
only to himself, had deposited the tiny purplish mass
in the fish-bowl. It was no more than a piece of fine
filament resulting from the production of phonograph
records of S.T.C. Freshmen voices!

(I'm not asking you to believe it, but that's just
what has been heard — Off the Record ! ! ! !)

The Impressions of a Freshman

— (Continued from page 4)
period of homesickness, so then and there they decided
to do their solemn duty and cheer me up. Had I been a
horse in a wild race "Protesting Arms" would have
won while "Neglegent Feet" would have been the nag
that forgot to come home.

In the first room I entered, I was led gently to glass
mountings of bugs (bugs!); all kinds and all descrip-
tions. It was most interesting until the energetic
people decided to find out my "I Q" in "Bugology."
Their questions were about the Odonata and the
Monomorium Pharaones. I didn't realize that they
were speaking of the fly and red ant so I hung my head
in shame and was taken bodily from that room to
another where I sat for an hour listening to the horrible
subjects I had to take and how to get along with the
peculiarities of different teachers. As a last gesture of
friendship they offered me a "coke" and escorted me
back to my adobe leaving me with the words "We'll
come after you for breakfast tomorrow morning."
Then they left.

At this point, living in the Dorm was a headache, so
as a remedy I crawled in bed and slept.

As good as their word my newly acquired friends
escorted me to breakfast the next morning and then to
the Ad Building to register. After filling out many
colored forms — blue, white, pink and yellow, all asking
the same questions, "Where were you born? Why
were you born? How were you born?" I left to explore
Towson, the site of which I had chosen to spend my
next four years.

In conclusion, I might say that I am still exploring
Towson.

Jane Downing.
THE TOWER LIGHT

SPORTS

AH, WHAT DO WE SEE AS WE GAZE INTO
the air of sports? Hockey, soccer, and archery.
It is wonderful to look out on the field and spy so
many new faces. The freshmen are showing much
enthusiasm, but as we look a little farther down the
field we see so few upperclassmen. Where are they?
Hiding behind books or in some nook and corner?

Freshmen, Sophomores, Juniors, and Seniors, come
out for the next electives! We welcome all, beginners
and avanced. Maybe you would like to know what
sports are offered for the entire year. Badminton and
basketball follow the hockey and soccer season; suc-
ceeding this will be volleyball and badminton. We
then arrive outdoors again for archery, volleyball and
Softball. Surely among all these activities offered, you
can find at least one that interests you. While you
enjoy yourself at the games you will also succeed in
making new friends and earning points toward your
athletic awards. Don't you agree these activities are
worthwhile? We'll be expecting you next term if you
haven't already "enlisted".

Announcement . . .

WE HAVE BEEN ASKED TO ANNOUNCE
the following:

The National Poetry Association cordially invites
the students of your College to submit manuscripts for
the Annual Anthology of College Poetry.

Closing date for the submission of manuscripts for
this year's Anthology is November 5th. There are no
charges or fees for inclusion of work in the Anthology.
The recognition afforded by publication will reflect
definite credit on your school, as well as afford satis-
faction to those who see their work in print.

Each effort must be written or typed on one side of a
single sheet, and must bear the author's name, home
address, and college. Manuscripts should be sent to
the National Poetry Association, 3210 Selby Avenue,
Los Angeles 34, California. As space is limited, more
favorable consideration is given by the judges to
shorter poems.

We hope that your school will be well represented
in the 1945 Anthology of College Poetry.

Dennis Hartman, Secretary,
National Poetry Association.

(Editor's Note — For more detailed information please consult the
Tower Light Bulletin Board. It would certainly be nice if our
college could be represented.)

OCTOBER • 1945

MEN'S CLUB

MINUTES OF 10/2/45

THE MEETING OF THE MEN'S CLUB WAS
called to order at 12:25 P. M. (Post Meridian).

The minutes were read, and, since no one felt like
correcting them, they stood as they were and were
approved. While half choking on a sandwich, yours
truly speedily wrote the minutes which he is now
reading.

Old business was discussed. It was unanimously
agreed (after a hot argument) that the S.G.A. be in-
formed of our need of sixty-four dollars for our athletic
fund.

Girls and social affairs were discussed. Lover Cohen
and loud-mouth Rembolt, who is as girl crazy as they
come, contributed the most to this discussion. Cohen
suggested that if we invited girl friends to eat with us
at lunchtime, he could not get all of his girl friends into
the cafeteria. "Therefore," he said, "we should lay
off girls for a while." Rembolt came back with a
snappy rebuttal, arguing that we invite women on our
next social affair.

New business was discussed. Therefore, Doc did not
repeat the joke about the rabbit and the carrot (or the
lettuce leaves or whatever it was). Don Hammerman
suggested that we make the men's club known
throughout the school by doing a little advertising,
such as setting up men's club posters all around. A
special meeting was called for Tuesday, November 9,
for the purpose of discussing the participation of our
club in a coming assembly. It was suggested that
social affairs be discussed in the meeting after this
special meeting.

The meeting was adjourned at 12:50 P. M. (Post
Meridian).

Respectfully submitted (?)

Yours truly,

Presley Sapp !

Treasurer (?) Secretary!

(Editor's Note— This article is printed just to show you that
tolerance does exist in this college. All minorities, no matter
how insignificant, are given a chance to express their views
and opinions. The college assumes no responsibility in the
publication of this "whateveritis.")

News from Other Colleges

MANY OF THESE IDEAS MAY BE ADAPTED
to our own college. They're fun, in the spirit of
fall fairs, informal parties, carnivals and other campus
entertainments. Here's what other colleges are doing.

At Ohio's University of Akron, students put faculty
members on the spot by bidding for their services at an
auction. The University President carried one Bond
buyer's books, did her school work for a day.

Athletic coaches washed cars; English teachers
wrote love poems. Teachers shined shoes, cooked
meals. More than $10,000 in Stamps and Bonds were
sold.

Everytime a member of Theta Delta Chi on the
University of Wisconsin Campus engages in "rivalry
or invective" at the dining table, the fraternity buys a
Victory Stamp. Last spring the house bought two
Bonds from fines.

At Vassar College, Poughkeepsie, N. Y., high Bond
bidders at an auction were given a rare privilege. They
were permitted to smoke in Main dining room. Per-
haps such coveted privilege exists at your college. The
Student government may allow Bond bidders extra
date leave, or freedom from certain duties.

The girls at Woman's College of the University of
North Carolina buy "One and Only" tags. Price is a
Stamp, and fickleness is encouraged, with loyal Stamp
buyers buying dozens of tags, each in the name of a
different man.

At the University of Georgia, in Athens, 100 student
veterans were organized for a canvas of the faculty.
Veterans returning to your campus will have a special
interest in putting the Victory Loan over the top.

Touchdown for Victory: Why not schedule an extra,
or post season sports event with admission in Victory
Stamps and Bonds? Even inter-class games will take
on new excitement if you build up advance publicity
and^charge Stamp or Bond admissions. Even if your
team loses, you win with Victory Bonds.

Professional — {Continued from page 2)
final 2 hours, for it is a part of the regular course
time allotment and class sessions must be held to meet
state requirements.

The weight of the final exam, in evaluating the
student's work for the term has not been changed. It
will count as it always has — no more, no less.

Now, are you beginning to see the light? It's not
as bad as you thought it would be, is it? In fact, I can
see that smile across your face — you really like it!
Good! And I'll bet we even like it better after we've
tried it!
8

THE STAFF

Business Managers

Doris Gutmann

Betty A. Spruill

G.I.

Mary T. Smith

Katherine Comestock

■ Clubs Men's Club

Helen McCutcheon Norman Schneider
Helen Wampler Don Hammerman

Presley Sapp

Poetry

Bernice Shugar

Virginia Franz

Mildred Levy

Art Department

Sylvia Rosen

Rebecca Wineman

Mary J. Terry
Martha Clement

Professional
Marcelle Isabelle
Myra B. Dudderar

Contributing Editors

Eileen Lynch

Jane Downing

Peggy Crump

Mary L. Wallace

The Challenge

Barbara Whitehurst

Helen Nikosski

Louise Coffman

Circulation

Ilia Leonard

Dorothy Ecker

Reita Friedman

Dorothy Miller

Sports

Mildred M osier

Caroline Kennedy

Typists

Betty Hoffacker

Jean Bennett

Virginia Stormfeltz

Doris Shocket

Edith Paul

Advertising Managers
Ruth Cronhart Mary Caples

Advisory Board

Literary Dr. Crabtree

Art Mrs. Brouwer

Finance Dr. Walther

Editor
Evelyn Morris

THE TOWER LIGHT

>LUME XII
fMBER 51
MEMBER, 1945

T*.

-* l i u n a f & i

The Challenge

of Thanksgiving

ON THIS THANKSGIVING DAY TO COME,
what will you have to be thankful for? What
have others about you to be thankful for?

Let us give thanks for a world once more at peace —
for a world at rest. But then how many of us can
remember that while we feast others starve in the
demolished countries of Europe and Asia. It isn't easy
to give thanks to a bountiful God when your stomach
is empty and your flesh turns blue with cold. No,
and it isn't easy to keep a paper peace without the
backing of every individual in this world. Will it re-
main a charter of peace made of paper, words, and
good intentions? Or will it grow into a permanent
world brotherhood? YOU have the final say in this
matter.

Let us give thanks for the blue of unclouded skies,
the fresh greeness of grass, and the rich brown of fer-
tile soil. Reflect — look across the seas, where a poor
farmer urges a meager living from shell torn acres —
will he give thanks?

Let us give thanks for the return of our loved ones.
Can we give thanks for the return of our own, still
finding room in our hearts for those who are not as
fortunate as we?

Let us give thanks that we, a people of all bloods,
all races, and all religions still strive to build America
from the sweat, blood, and faith of all men. Will we
remember that we are a melting pot for all nations —
and that in this land of ours all men are created free
and equal? Will we remember to be thankful for the
contributions of the Jew, the Pole, the Chinese, the
Negro, and the Italian?

This Thanksgiving in the year of 1945 should be a
time of great rejoicing for a tired world. But let us
keep ever with us the faith of our fathers gone before,
the sacrifices of men and women here today — using
them as a guide for our efforts of tomorrow.

Will we give those who follow after us a heritage to
be thankful for? What about Thanksgiving Day
2045??

■•-

"The same strength which won us the war will win
us the peace. Buy Victory Bonds for dear life, and for
lives that are dear."

— Fanny Hurst.

Tower Light Staff 1945-1946

Art Dept.

Contributing Editors

Sylvia Rosen

Ruth Hoke

Becky Wineman

Peggy Crump

Mary J. Terry

Jane Downing

Martha Clement

Virginia Spaulding

Bernice Schugar

Mary Lou Wallace

Eileen Lynch

Clubs

Coryne Harmison

Helen McCutcheon

Poetry

Helen Wampler

Virginia Franz

Mildred Levy

G.I.

Bernice Schugar

Mary T. Smith

Catherine Comestock

Advertising

Dorothy Miller

Typists

Ruth Cronhart

Mary Caples

Betty Hoff acker

Betty Stormfeltz

Edith Roby

Betty Swomley

Rosalie Nichols

Shirley Grimes

Ruth L. Cohen

Marilyn Schlee

Mary Harford

Helen Goled

Sport Corner

Jean Bennett

Mildred Mosier

Virginia Stormfeltz

Caroline Kennedy

Edith Paul

Betty Caslin

Reita Friedman

Men's Club

Norman Schneider

The Challenge

Donald Hammerman

Barbara Whitehurst

Presley Sapp

Helen Nikosski

Louise Coffman

Circulation

Ilia Leonard

Professional

Dorothy Ecker

Myra Dudderar

Reita Friedman

Marcelle Isabelle

Shirley Vance

Business

Managers

Doris Gutmann

Betty Spruill

Advisory Committee

Dr. Crabtree

Mrs. Stapleton

Dr. Walther

Art. .

Mrs. Brouwer

Editor

Evelyn Morris

NOVEMBER

1945

POET'S PAGE

Every Day is Thanksgiving Day What am I Thankful For?

Every day is Thanksgiving Day,

We've so much to be thankful for.

The beauty of the sky and earth,

The end of a terrible war;

The peace that now has come to reign,

The silence of all guns;

The thought of loved ones coming home —

Brothers, husbands, sons;

The love our parents give to us,

The home we know is ours;

The out-of-doors in which we spend

So many happy hours;

The wind that blows,

The birds that sing,

The flowers that bloom

In early spring;

For all of these we must thank God

And show Him in our way

That for us, Thanksgiving comes

Not once, but every day.

Betty Anne Spruill.

What am I thankful for?

Salt spray against my cheek

Salty smell of the wild breakers

Pleading eyes of a little dog

Bold strains of a symphony

Soft fur of a baby bunny

These am I thankful for.

What am I thankful for?

Cold clean wind of a winter night

Wondering eyes of a little child

Clean fresh smell of the pines

Ringing of a church's chimes

Feel of grass, so newly mown

These am I thankful for.

What am I thankful for?

A soft zephyr on an August day

An endearing glance from one I love

Fragrant perfume of roses and lilacs

A familiar song on a lonely night

The touch of one who loves me dearly

These am I thankful for.

Helen Hanson.

I Give Thanks

For Spring's fine days, with gentle breeze,

With daffodil and crocus gay,

With peace and joy I walk to church

'Neath budding trees on Easter Day.

For these I give thanks.

For Summer's days, so long and warm,

When roses in my garden flow'r,

For touch of surf and sandy beach

With fun in each vacation hour —

For these I give thanks.

For Autumn's days, with tangy air,

With trees all turned bright red and gold,

For starting of a new school year

And meeting friends both new and old —

For these I give thanks.

For Winter's days, so bleak and cold,

The country blanketed with snow,

For Christmas carols, pealing bells,

For fireside tales when lights are low —

For these I give thanks.

Nancy Gilpin.

Thankful

The warming sun, a cooling breeze,

The cabin hidden 'neath the trees,

The scent of pines throughout the air —

These am I thankful for.

The season drear, the seasons bright,

The moonlight on a starlit night,

The songs of birds that gladly sing —

These am I thankful for.

A curve of flame which leaps on high,

The grass so green, so soft and dry,

The dew on roses, the rain on leaves —

These am I thankful for.

Of all these things that I can name,

This very message I proclaim,

The smiles, the words, the love of friends —

These most I'm thankful for.

Helen Hanson.
THE TOWER LIGHT

FORUM— Why a Victory Loan?

NOT ALL OUR MEN ARE HOME. SOME ARE
working, at home, and overseas, to see that our
War Job is finished. Neither is your War Job yet
finished. Not only is this a critical period in our fight
for economic stability: the nation's bills of war produc-
tion and for occupation and rehabilitation continue to
loom large.

This has been the most costly war in history. One
good reason : the nation has spared no expense to save
the lives of its fighting men. Former Secretary Mor-
genthau termed this spending to save lives "the most
significant fact in War Finance."

In financing the Victory and the Peace the re-
habilitation of our wounded continues to be a major
cost. Educators and students especially will have a
keen understanding of the long teaching and re-educa-
tion needed for these men.

The Nation's Borrowing Needs

Bills still are coming due for war production de-
livered in the last months of the war.

The cost of hospitalization and rehabilitation for
our wounded runs into millions.

It costs millions to bring the boys home, muster
them out, adminster the GI Bill of Rights.

American dollars are needed to keep our occupation
troops in Europe and in Japan.

American goods, American money, are needed to
feed Europe's children in order to avert another war.

Says President Truman: "You can't liquidate over-
night the cost of a total war."

Moreover, the Nation's economists say that the
greatest inflationary danger is ahead. We have bought
Bonds during the war to siphon off inflationary money.
Through our savings, and through price controls, we
averted much of the effect of inflation. Now the
Minute Man has a new role. He must warn people
against dangers of runaway price rises even when the
behavior of prices may seem to suggest that the
danger is past.

Common Sense

Last year, student polls in many colleges revealed
that Bonds were bought for three reasons, listed in the
NOVEMBER • 1945

order of their importance: to win the war, to check
inflation, to provide for personal security.

Now, the reasons may be listed : to secure the peace,
to check inflation, to provide for personal security.
The last two reasons are practical: they definitely con-
cern you, as a student and as a potential job-holder.

That First Job.

The period between commencement and your first
job is often a difficult time. In the past, many grad-
uates have been forced to borrow from parents or
friends to tide them over temporary unemployment.
Now, with a Bond reserve, they are cushioned during
their job-hunting days, may wait until a good position
is found. Bonds bought in college also make it easier
to marry, establish a home, or specialize in your field
of interest.

Students Have Saved on College Costs.

Most upperclassmen, especially those whose courses
have been accelerated, have spent less money on
tuition and board than they would have spent before
the war. Sometimes costs for a full year were elimi-
nated.

Working students have earned more money at
summer and part time jobs than ever before.

This is the accounting period, when students can
take stock of the savings made during the war. Make
these savings count by putting them into Victory
Bonds.

When you buy Victory Bonds, remember there's
still a job to be done. Lincoln described the job in his
second Inaugural address: "To strive to finish the
• work we are in; to bind up the Nation's wounds, to
care for him who shall have borne the battle, and for
his widow and orphan ... to do all which may achieve
and cherish a just and lasting peace among ourselves
and with all nations."

"Don't get behind this Victory Bond Drive — Get
out in front and help set the pace . . . And don't forget
that on top of every compelling reason we have for
buying Victory Bonds for our self-preservation as
individuals and as a nation, there is the further added
attraction that right now they happen to be the best
investments in the world security market."

John Kieran.

LITERARY

Thanksgiving for Timmy

IN JUST TWO MORE DAYS IT WOULD BE
Thanksgiving. Timmy's mouth watered at the
thought. Thanksgiving at "Windy Gates Farm" was
something pretty special. Mum and Granny started
preparing for the holiday several days ahead of time,
working away all day in the big sunny kitchen, mak-
ing cranberry sauce, preserves, cakes, pies, and all the
good edibles that made Thanksgiving a noteworthy
occasion at "Windy Gates." Every time Timmy went
into the kitchen and smelled the tempting odors, his
small boy's stomach turned completely over, as he
pictured himself at the big dining-room table with his
plate before him — a plate heaped with steaming,
delicious FOOD! Yom! He could just hear himself
saying, "C'n I have another helping, please?" And his
mother replying, "Goodness, Timmy, if you eat any
more turkey, you'll turn to one." It was such a good
thought!

Timmy went out to swing on the big double gates
opening onto the lane leading to the farm. Grampa
had told him that the gates swung back and forth in
the wind, you could hear the goblins that were hiding
there until next Hallowe'en, a-moaning and a-groan-
ing. Timmy didn't believe in goblins. He'd told Gram-
pa that it was just that the gate needed oiling. And
Grampa had told him he was too "cynical" for his
age. Timmy didn't know what "cynical" meant, but
it sounded nice, the way it rooed over his tongue. He
kept singing it softly under his breath — back-cyn,
and-i, forth-cal. He made a little chant of it as he
"rode" the creaking gate.

And then, all of a sudden, he remembered "Baldy."
"Baldy" was the most important part of this Thanks-
giving, for he was the turkey. Timmy loved the crisp,
fried taste the turkey made in his mouth every Thanks-
giving; the holiday dinner just wouldn't be the same
without it. But Timmy did wish that some other
turkey could be served up on the huge platter, in-
stead of Baldy. You see, Baldy had become Timmy's
own very special chore, for Grampa had brought
the turkey into the barnyard about two months ago,
and said, "Now, looka here, Timmey, I'm bringin'
this here turkey in here for fattenin' up, come Thanks-
giving. We want him good 'n plum now, so when yer
dad comes home on that Thanksgiving furlough o'
his'n, he'll have somethin' to sink his teeth inta. I'm
going to give him into yer hands special like. You're to

feed him every day on this here mash I bought just
fer him, and if he's taken proper care of, so's we c'n
smack our lips over him when yer Ma carries him in to
dinner, you can c'nsider you gave yer dad a right
proper comin' home present."

Timmy solemnly promised he would be sure to feed
Baldy every day, and he ran to do it right away, just
as faithfully as he had every day during these past two
months. The trouble was, Baldy had become a kind of a
pet with Timmy, and he was going to miss carrying
Baldy his mash and hearing him say "Gobble, gobble,
gobble" over it. Yep, Timmy sure had become
attached to that turkey. He wouldn't let himself
think of Grampa chopping off Baldy's head with the
big shiny axe that was kept in the tumble-down wood-
shed. He just wouldn't!

So Timmy poured the mash into the feeding tray
which sat just inside Baldy's private pen. Baldy's
brilliant red "goatee" bobbed up and down in hungry
anticipation as the soft yellow grain slithered out of
the bag into the tray. Timmy then straightened up,
closed the bag, and, carefully shutting the door of the
pen behind him, carried the bag back to the granary.

And then Timmy saw it — just as he came out of the
granary. It was leaning up against the side of the
barn, just inside the door, right beside the pitchfork.
A long, new, shiny rifle! Timmy was fascinated; he
had never seen a gun so close before. He walked care-
fully up to it and rubbed his finger gently over the
gleaming barrel of the gun. Just think, he was seeing a
gun up close — a gun just like his dad had carried over-
seas. Timmy wondered how heavy it would be. He
thought of all the times he'd been warned not to
touch firearms until he was older and could go out
hunting with Dad and Grampa, but then temptation
gave Timmy's better self a mighty hard push and he
just plain forgot to remember all those things he'd
been told.

Timmy was a big boy of seven, going on eight, and
he was strong for his age. The rifle wasn't heavy at
all, and he was smart enough to keep the gun pointed
away from himself, as he picked it up. "I wonder if
anybody u'd see me if I carried it out into the barn-
yard," thought Timmy, and he proceeded to do the
very thing about which he was wondering. And then
he hit on the idea of showing the rifle to Baldy — to
see Baldy's red goatee bob up and down in dignified

(Continued on page 8)
THE TOWER LIGHT

LITERARY

Thank You God

The other night as I was lying in bed, I thought
how much I had to be thankful for. Although not as
fortunate as some with many pretty clothes, plenty of
money, exquisite homes and good looks, I am happy
and happiness to me is the most important thing in
life.

I could not have found a sweeter mother, or a kinder
father if I had the privilege of choosing them myself.
My little sister is a darling, although she is a typical
"kid sis". My brother — well he is just tops in every-
thing. Our home isn't the finest in the world, but it's
home where there is laughter and fun, with now and
then a few tears to let us know it is real.

As I let my thoughts roam further, I become thank-
ful for the pretty little town where we live; for the
homes with sunny lawns, trees, flowers and enough
space to give the men room for gardens, where they
can work when they come home from their jobs in the
cities; for everyone is so friendly, sympathetic and
kind, they seem members of one big happy family.

Suddenly I realize the reason for all these blessings:
we live in this wonderful country called The United
States Of America. What a thrill those words send
through me! What feeling of security! What freedom
and joy!

My heart saddened for a moment as I thought of all
the boys who must have had that same feeling and
died for it. Oh, yes, I am so thankful for them — their
courage and strength to fight and win.

In some ways this year will be like the first Thanks-
giving. As we sit at our tables and bow our heads, we
will all thank God for our freedom gained again, our
beautiful country, and our homes so happy. Wasn't
that the same prayer the Pilgrims prayed so many,
many, years ago? Oh, Thank your God so much for
all these bounties.

Dorothy Wilson.

"Cows are like money. A dry dollar is like a dry
cow. A spent dollar is like a dead cow, and a dollar in
Government Bonds is like a cow that gives milk."

What have I

to be Thankful For?

I am thankful for:

"My Father's World"—

the beauty of dawn and twilight;

the calm after a thunderstorm,

the rainbow after a shower,

the fresh smell of spring;

the moonlight on the fields at harvest time;

the matchless splendor of an autumn day,

the warm, fall days when I'm able to walk through

the woods,
the rich colors of the autumn trees ;
the snow framing the farm buildings as on a

Christmas card;
the knowledge of the beauties that the four

seasons bring to the farm.

The Four Freedoms —

the freedom of speech, that I may speak my mind ;
the freedom of worship, that I may go to the

church of my creed;
the freedom from fear, that now the world is

again at peace;
the freedom from want, that needy people are

receiving help;

My Family —

my life on the farm;

my parents helped me whenever I needed help ;
my sister and brother always near;
my family bound by a close relationship of love
and understanding;

"All this and heaven, too" am I thankful for.

Catherine Roderick.

Booth Tarkington.

Reminder —

"Perhaps one of the greatest dangers which any
country can be exposed to arises from a kind of trifling
which sometimes steals upon the mind when it sup-
poses the danger past, and this unsafe situation marks
at this time the peculiar crisis of America . . . We are a
people who, in our situation, differ from all the world.
We form one common floor of public good, and, what-
ever is our charge, it is paid for our own interest, and
upon our own account."

Thomas Paine,
The American Crisis, 1782.

NOVEMBER

1945

PROFESSIONAL

SPORTS

'E :

'XPERIENCE IS THE BEST TEACHER."
A group of students on the campus will be put-
ting this old adage to use as a result of the meeting of
the Committee of Teacher Education held here at the
State Teachers College and presided over by Dr.
Daniel A. Prescott.

The sophomore psychology classes are acting as
guinea pigs for the experiment. They will change
from the present plan of using a text book for begin-
ning purposes, to the newly proposed program of
having beginners start with children to study and
arrive at aids or texts later on.

The general aim and principle is to develop skill
in observing children's behavior and arriving at an
understanding of the reason why.

Maryland, as a state, is going in for the change and
the four Teachers' Colleges at Salisbury, Frostburg,
Bowie and Towson are all undertaking the project.
Maryland, however, is not the only state to receive
professional guidance in it's reorganization of child
study. Dr. Prescott and the other members of his
committee were to go to Georgia and other southern
states after leaving here. He is due in Towson during
January to see what progress is being made.

The new plan will work this way. Each student will
choose a child that he will have access to, and make a
study of that child for a two year period. This will be
done by making observations and then writing them
up. These observations will cover every possible
type of situation: — in the classroom, at lunch, on the
playground, coming to school, and in conversation
with his peers. Over a period of two years with about
five observations a week, enough data should be col-
lected so that the prospective teachers will be better
prepared to understand children as they teach.

The class as a group is very enthusiastic about the
project and hopes to gain much from their novel
experiences.

Shirley Vance.

(Editor's Note: — From time to time, we'd like
to print reports on the progress being made in
this course.)

IT WAS A COLD, DREARY WEDNESDAY
afternoon when our guest players, the Mount St.
Agnes hockey team, met our line-up on the home field.
No where was there a beam of sunlight but beams of
hope flooded the spectators and the team members
when the game got under-way. Good defense was
played by both teams as the ball was first at one end
and then at the other. Miss Fiske, the referee, had no
trouble with fouls but the end line was a noticeable
source of confusion for the power the girls had was
terrific. Only once, however, did the ball go through
the right area of the end line, namely the goal, and
then it was in favor of our opponents. No casualties —
only loud husky yells from the many who "turned
out" to watch the great event. At the end of the
fourth quarter with a score of 1-0, favor of Mt. St.
Agnes, the members of the teams royally entertained
by the A. A. with cider and doughnuts in the locker
room of the gym.

Spectators leaving the field remarked, "Our players
were "on the beam" and Coach Roach did a great job
of conditioning them, considering the amount of
practice they have not had."

It's all right to believe the words on this page but
how about coming out and witnessing the great games
that are promised for the future? You will surely not
be disappointed and it will be a wonderful testimony
to school spirit. We'll be looking for you, waiting to
hear the "rah-rah" of a school cheer.

MEN'S CLUR

MINUTES OF 10/9/45

AFTER MANY MOMENTS OF DELAY, A
special meeting of the Men's Club was called to
order at 12:15 P. M.

Once again the minutes were read and they were not
corrected; as they were well recorded, there was no
need for a correction. By the gleams in the eyes of the
members, I knew that they approved of them.

The participation of our club in next Tuesday's
assembly was discussed. It was unanimously agreed
that we get up a scene of the Men's Club in action at a
typical Men's Club meeting for that assembly. An
assembly committee consisting of Ship P. Rembolt,
Good Boy Hammerman, and Pretty Boy Reitze was
appointed by our president, Lover Cohen.
The meeting was adjourned at 12:35 P. M.
Respectively submitted (?)
Presley (Bob Hope) Sapp,
Secretary-Treasurer (?)

THE TOWER LIGHT

CLUB NEWS

THE ACTIVITIES AT S. T. C. ARE RAPIDLY
becoming even more plentiful and more varied.
The clubs are scheduling times, dates and places for
their meetings. There are no "closed door policies",
so be sure to get on the "inside" with those organiza-
tions which you've joined.

The Natural History Group has made a head start.
Did you see the snap-shots on the bulletin board?
They're sure proof of many good times. The hike to
Lutherville was planned for just the right week-end to
see the lovely Fringed Gentians. If you want a good
laugh — ask any member who their mascot was!! The
students as well as Dr. Dowell, their advisor, had fun
hiking, eating their lunches, ETC. For November 3,
they planned a hike, open to all students, to the Forest
Reserve. The club posts notices and sheets on which
hikers may sign up. Be sure to get your name on the
next one! They're bound to keep up that reputation
for "having lots of fun."

The Chimes Guild sings grace at dinner three times
a week and for special occasions in the dorm. They
meet once a week to practice with Miss MacDonald.
Those who are interested volunteer to play the chimes
the evenings on which the group doesn't sing. All the
students appreciate this reverent moment before din-
ner. •

The Rural Club will soon be having its regular
meetings. The aims of this club are to promote a
better understanding of community life and give the
members opportunities to meet leaders in progressive
schools and in the community. The Rural Club has
meetings, debates, and study groups activities. Watch
for notices — be there at the next meeting!

'Nuff said for now — but keep your eyes on those
clubs and be a part of their programs. Here's to lots
of FUN !!

G.I. COLUMN

Recently Returned —

"Things haven't changed much have they?"
and our handsome "new" science instructor had to
agree. Our own Mr. Crook, recently discharged from
the Army, is seen once again at the south entrance
door with his "as-of-old" between-classes cigarette.
We are certainly glad to have you back on campus
again, Mr. Crook. A hearty welcome from all of us!
News Items —

Edward Clopper has been discharged and expects to
return to school in February.
NOVEMBER • 1945

Bob Curland is on terminal leave and hopes to get
back to teaching again soon.

Joshua Wheeler has been discharged and is now
principal of Carroll Manor School in Baltimore
County.

William Cox is teaching the fifth grade at Towson.

Sigmond Shpritz and Dallus Smith, who were
prisoners of war, have been discharged.

Among others who have been discharged are: John
Shock, James Tear and Gene Rush.

Luther Cox has been promoted to Captain and is
stationed at Mitchell Field, Long Island. Congratula-
tions, Luther.

Sidelines

THIS YEAR THE STAFF MEMBERS AND
advisors have decided to have a definite theme for
each issue of our TOWER LIGHT publication. These
themes are only tentative ones, so if you think you'd
rather have something else in place of one of the
themes listed here, we'd be happy to receive your
ideas.

The themes are as follows:
For:

October — Freshmen

November — thanksgiving

December — Christmas (with the sub-title) —

Peace
January — The Faculty Issue
February — A Romantic Issue
M arch — Sophomores
April — Juniors
May — Spring
June — seniors
From the list, it is quite evident that we have tried
to use a theme that carries out the important holiday
of that month. Also, we have included one issue for
each of the classes. We will try to keep the issues for
each respective year, exclusive for that class. (Our
October Freshmen edition was primarily representa-
tive of that class in that most of the articles selected
for publication were submitted by members of the
Freshman class.

Our October, November, December issues have
tried, where it was at all possible, to carry out their
respective themes throughout all of the articles.

It might interest you to know that all phases of the
January number will be taken over by the Faculty.
This illustrious body of workers has already begun
plans for their own issue.

START NOW TO PLAN YOUR CONTRIBU-
TION FOR THE ISSUE THAT BELONGS TO
YOUR YEAR.

Thanksgiving for Timiny

— {Continued from page 4)

approval at how well Timmy handled the rifle. He
carried the gun over to Baldy's pen, and then it was
that everything suddenly went wrong and a rosy
world of make-believe soldiering came tumbling down
with a crash.

Somehow, Timmy stumbled and the gun went off
with a big "BANG !!!" straight at Baldy's pen. A
couple of minutes later, Timmy picked himself up
from the ground. The scene before him was one of
utter devastation. The gun lay on the ground before
him. A huge hole gasped in the side of the pen, where
his rifle bullet had torn through. But (and this was
worst of all) Baldy lay opposite the hole in the pen.
He lay quite still and lifeless, on his side and the bullet
had made a neat round hole in his rumpled feathers.

Timmy couldn't believe his eyes. He limped to the
pen, yanked open the door and bent over Baldy's
still-form. But it was true. Baldy was dead. A
hoarse sob tore through Timmy's stocky little body.
His soft blue eyes widened at the thought of killing
anyone as near and dear to him as the friendly turkey,
and he began to cry. It wouldn't have been so bad if
someone else had killed the turkey, for Thanksgiving
dinner, but Timmy had shot the turkey himself, as
Baldy was moving around the pen and eating the
mash. Somehow it was much worse this way. Timmy
felt like a murderer. He left Baldy in the pen and made
his way slowly out of the barnyard, leaving the rifle
on the ground. He dug his fists into his eyes, but the
tears still ran down his cheeks and into his trembling
mouth. His mouth tasted salty as he gulped for air
between sobs. All he could think of was to get away
and by be himself. He was so ashamed of killing
Baldy.

An hour later, Timmy's Ma called him for dinner.
But there was no reply from the quarter usually filled
with boyish enthusiasm about anything connected
with the delectable idea of eating. Grampa sized up
the situation and, knowing how Timmy must be
feeling, sent up a hue and cry for the missing "mur-
derer". So the search began.

Timmy was found an hour later, sobbing his heart
out against a wooden paling in the "windy gates."
Grampa gently picked him up and carried him back to
the farmhouse, the iron-gray head bent over the
thatch-yellow head on the denim shoulder.
8

It was dusk when Timmy awoke in his cozy little
attic room, up under the eaves. Timmy guessed he
must have cried himself to sleep. As he opened his
eyes, Ma came in, carrying a tray. She sat down on the
edge of his bed and helped him prop himself up against
the pillows.

"Hello, son," she said in a gentle, kind voice.
"How are you feeling?"

She didn't wait for him to answer, but went right on
talking, as she spooned up the hot soup. "When you
eat this, you'll feel better." She paused for a moment,
then continued, "I know you feel bad about shooting
Baldy, Timmy, but accidents happen to the best of us.
I'm sure that Baldy, wherever he is now, knows you
didn't mean to kill him, and he's forgiven you."

"Do you think so, Ma?" — eagerly.

"I'm sure of it. We would only have had to kill
Baldy, come Thanksgiving, anyway, Tim. You
knew that, but I know that this way was worse. But
we all forgive you — even for taking the rifle you
should never have touched." As Ma said this, Grampa
came in. He said, "Yer Ma's right there. You should
never a touched it, but as long as ya did, I'm glad ya
remembered to keep it pointin' away from you." He
paused a moment and cleared his throat, then glanced
hastily at Ma, as if doubting her approval of what he
was going to say next.

"As I said before, son, you did keep the gun
pointin' away from ya, so I guess maybe you're ready
to learn how to really handle a gun. The next time yer
Dad and me go shootin', if ya like ya kin be one o' the
party. Then I guess maybe ya won't have no more
accidents along that line, after you're taught what
you're about." Grampa winked broadly at Timmy, so
Ma couldn't see, and Ma cleared her throat.

Timmy's face lit up and a bright smile shone through
the drying tears. "Do you mean it, Grampa?"

Durned right I do, if yer Ma says it's O. K."

Ma cleared her throat once more and said, "It
seems to me that your suggestion is a right proper one,
Pa. But you clear out of here now and let Timmy
finish his soup. Timmy's had enough excitement to
last him until Thanksgiving."

Eileen Lynch.
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rejoice at the sight!"

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Editorial

"PEACE ON EARTH"—

ARE WE READY FOR IT?

THE VICTORY IS OURS. THE FORCES OF
evil have been quelled. Peace reigns supreme.
But — what will we do with the triumph? How will we
handle the antagonist? How long will the suppression
of wrong last this time? What significance has the
word PEACE for us as a world, a nation, an in-
dividual? Yes, it is ours but what will we do with it?

As a warring world, we exhaust our genius to pro-
duce extraordinary implements for the destruction of
human life. As victors in the test of strength, have we
ever dared to concentrate the efforts of those of pro-
found mental endowment for the propagation of har-
mony in international relations? Is the cessation of
hostilities this time to be as shallow and as temporary
as the other times in our history? Will those who
follow in our wake shake their heads in pity and
derision and conclude that we were unprepared for
peace?

For too long a time, we the citizens of this world
have been slaves to isolationism and nationalism.
Internationalism and world-wide organization are new
concepts in our thinking. Heretofore when we have
marched to war, we have emerged from the fracas with
the documentary victory at least. Again posterity will
be furnished with a great deal of documentation as
proof of our militaristic achievement. After every
other war in our history we have supplied our files
with impressive sheaths of paper, volume upon

(Continued on page 8)
DECEMBER • 1945

THE STAFF

Art Department

Sylvia Rosen

Becky Wineman

Mary J. Terry

Martha Clemmet

Bernice Schugar

Clubs

Helen McCutchen
Helen Wampler

G.I.

Mary T. Smith
Katherine Comstock

Advertising

Dorothy Miller

Betty Stormfeltz

Betty Svvamley

Dorothy Bladen

Sport Comer

Mildred Mosier
Caroline Kennedy

The Challenge

Barbara Whitehurst
Helen Nikosski
Louise Coffman

Circulation

Ilia Leonard
Dorothy Ecker
Reita Friedman

Contributing Editors

Ruth Hoke

Peggy Crump

Jane Downing

Virginia Spaulding

Mary Lou Wallace

Eileen Lynch
Coryne Harmison

Poetry

Virginia Franz
Mildred Levy
Bernice Schugar

Typists

Betty Hoffacker

Edith Robey

Rosalie Nicolos

Jean Bennett

Virginia Stormfeltz

Reita Friedman
Kathleen Fitzgerald

Professional
Shirley Vance

Men's Club

Norman Schneider

Donald Hammerman

Presley Sapp

Business Managers

Doris Gutmann
Betty Spruill

Advisory Committee

Literary Dr. Crabtree

Mrs. Stapleton

Finance Dr. Walther

Art Mrs. Brouwer

Editor
Evelyn Morris

THE CLUBS AT S.T.C. HAVE JOINED IN THE
Christmas spirit with a fervor that is typically
contagious and heart warming.

The Student Christian Association's monthly vesper
service was appropriate for the seasonal festivities.
Their speaker for the evening was from a nearby
church, who spoke on Christmas in relation to the
S.C.A.'s theme for the year, "Peacetime Problems".
The S.C.A. Choir sang several selections and accom-
panied the group in singing additional Christmas
carols. Everyone left with a more spiritual feeling of
Christmas.

The I.R.C. has definitely gone on the "Active
List". They have been meeting to discuss current
events and international problems. Reports were
given on event of the year from the publication,
"Carnegie Endowment for International Peace."
Other reports and discussions are planned for the
coming meetings. A group of students attended the
conference held at Notre Dame on November 18,
1945. This annual event is one of the high-lights of
the year.

The Natural History Group has planned a trip to
Washington which will include sight-seeing at the
Smithsonian Institute. They have high hopes of
visiting Dr. Schmitt, Curator of Biology, who spoke
for the group in assembly last year. They have ade-
quate reasons for expecting a worthwhile day — for
what trip with the N.LI.G. wouldn't be?

The World Student Service Fund set a goal of
$125.00 for its drive this year. The World Student
Service Fund was originated for aid to the penniless
students of the world. These students receive food,
shelter, books and writing materials from the W.S.S.F.
office in Geneva, Switzerland. Because this war has
brought more destruction into the world than any
other war has ever done, the need is greater than ever
before. Many students are without homes, adequate
clothing, nourishing food and proper studying condi-
tions. These handicaps don't stop them; they push
onward and will succeed with our help. They are
proud and courageous, but without our help many
will die and many more will not be able to continue
their work. Back them up, GIVE TO THE W.S.S.F.
NOW!!!

As always the Glee Club is playing a big part in the
Christmas program. The Glee Club and Jeannie
Group have been working on several beautiful num-
bers to be presented the evening of the Christmas

{Continued on page 8)

Lieut. A. H. Baer has just arrived from Trinidad,
B.W.I., for forty-five days temporary duty and then
he will get a new assignment.

Henry Schwartz has been discharged and is plan-
ning to return to school in February.

Ed Clopper was married November 10 to Jeanette
Jones. Congratulations, Ed.

Ensign Ned Logan, who graduated from State
Teachers College in January, 1944, returned to his
Alma Mater last week to tell us some of his thrilling
experiences aboard the Flagship Idaho. The Japs
succeeded in humiliating the men on the Idaho by
showing no reaction, whatsoever, at the presence of a
U. S. Flagship in Tokyo Harbor, just after the signing
of the peace. Narrow escapes from Jap suicide drives
will make April 12th a day never to be forgotten in
the Navy life of Ensign Logan.

Now that Ned is home, he is definitely not going to
remain in the U. S. Navy, but instead, plans to return
to the field of education and, perhaps, obtain his
Masters degree while making use of the G.I. Bill of
Rights.

NOW THAT OUR FALL SPORTS ARE JUST
about over, everyone is looking forward to the
winter ones — basketball, badminton and volleyball.
Our school certainly showed its grand spirit in at-
tending our hockey games and we sincerely hope that
everyone will continue with that same spirit for our
games in the future. We are hoping to be able to
schedule basketball and badminton games with other
schools. This time, however, they will be scheduled at a
time that won't interfere with our regular electives so
everyone will have an equal chance to participate.

Also, we are planning on organizing a cheer leading
squad to cheer at the games. Keep your eyes open for
further information about tryouts.

Sometime during the year we would like to, if
possible, devote an assembly to sports, where the
sections can play against one another.

We want to remind everyone about "Demonstra-
tion Night," which will be here before very long.
This is one night everyone will have a chance to do
something and never forget all the fun it was planning
and carrying out the stunt that her class put on, in
hopes of winning. Start thinking kids! Try to make it
your class that wins this year.

So long for new — Happy Holiday!

THE TOWER LIGHT

World Student Service Fund

THE WORLD STUDENT SERVICE FUND
provides direct relief, rehabilitation and recon-
struction for students and professors in the war torn
countries around the world. Studcnt-to-student help
is the American student's part in the world wide enter-
prise. This Fund provides aid where it is most needed
on an international, interracial, non-sectarian, non-
political basis.

A Chinese student wrote "Since we began our re-
sistance, you have sent us sympathy and encourage-
ment, and you have done various kinds of work to
help us. This loyalty and friendship we shall never
forget."

A Dutch student told a W.S.S.F. worker, "Yesterday
I received your package. It is a real thrill and comfort
to know that there are people outside who are genu-
inely interested and are doing everything possible to
help."

More than ever before, there is a need for World
Student relief. Now that the war has ended and the
Allies have attained victory, the possibility of reach-
ing more students has made the need greater for
student relief. Students and professors around the
world are without textbooks, food, clothing and
shelter. Many students are from prisons, forced labor
camps, and resistance forces. Their universities have
been damaged or destroyed and their faculties dis-
persed. Many find themselves homeless and unable to
locate their families. In China, students have carried
their universities on their backs for over 2,000 miles.
Now they must return over that same hard path.
Students elsewhere holding classes in caves, and dug-
outs in the ground. Their professors are underpaid but
still continue onward. They know the future of their
country and the world depends upon their success.

Students in war-torn countries need medical care
as well as food and clothing. Many are tubercular,
need rest, and hospitalization. Over 70% of the
Dutch students need hospital care before returning to
their studies. French students are in need of hospitali-
zation because they surfer from malnutrition and
various other deficiences.

Securing food is the big problem in Europe and
Asia. Farms have been destroyed and workers killed.
In the University of Toulouse alone, some French
students get one meal a day consisting of soup, some
beverage, and bread. In China, students get one bowl
of rice and a cup of tea. It isn't easy to study when you
are hungry and cold. Concentration of the mind is
almost impossible.

The job ahead is great. After World War I, Ameri-
DECEMBER • 194S

can students raised more than two and one half million
dollars, for World Student Relief. This year American
Students have been given the privilege of raising one
million dollars.

The World Student Service Fund has already sent
shipments of food and medical supplies to university
centers in France, Belgium, Holland and Yugoslavia.
To restore rundown students to health, student re-
habilitation centers are being established all over
Europe and Asia. Tubercular students from European
countries receive lodging and treatment at the Uni-
versity Sanatorium in Switzerland. Chinese students
relief centers provide supplementary food, bath, hair-
cuts, and even heated, lighted rooms for study. Local
relief committees supply medical help, winter cloth-
ing, bedding and direct monetary aid to needy
students. In addition, aid still goes to student prisoners
of war, refugee students, and dislocated Japanese
American students.

One dollar will supply the notebook and paper re-
quired by a European student for one-half year. Come
on, S.T.C., do your best.

Confucisis said, "Giving is like a piece of candy.
When you eat your candy it tastes good, but its flavor
is soon gone. When you give, the flavor lasts forever.
The candy is good for the stomach but giving is good
for the heart."

S.T.C. let's reach our goal of $125.00. We can do it.
It is our privilege to participate in this work. Give to
the W.S.S.F. Today!!!!

Under a bunny's pelt

Be it russet-brown or white,

A hidden sun glows

On this frozen, star-crisp night.

On this snowy night and silent,

Among the icy rocks ■

A topaz light gleams softly

In the eyes of a tawny fox.

In a hillside wood or thicket

Hastening or out of sight,

Each small animal carries

In his heart a golden light.

In honor of Mary's small son

With dark and loving eyes

Whose spirit again is blazing

As shown by the glittering skies.

B. Shugar.

The Challenge

PEACE ON EARTH, GOOD WILL TOWARD
men" — so sang the heavenly carolers on that first

And so sings a war-humbled

men
Christmas morning,
world today.

"Peace!" we carol in exultation. But what is this
peace for which men died? Is it so trite a thing as the
mere cessation of war? Let us rather look to the
spirit of Christmas for our answer. There is truly
peace in worshiping the Babe, singing carols, hanging
our stockings. Peace is the laughter of children, the
gifts of friends, the family dinner, the Christmas tree,
the calm of the night. It is the joy of reunion, the
security of home, the hum-drum happiness of routine.
This, then, is peace.

"Peace?" some murmur in doubt. Where is good
will to be found in famine, strikes, revolts, and dis-
sent? We know there is no vestige of peace in these.
Herein lies our challenge. Statesmen and diplomats
have drafted the blueprints for the peaceful World of
Tomorrow, but it is up to us — you and me — to trans-
late these plans and ideals into realities. "But how
are we to do this?" you may ask. He whose praise was
sung that first Christmas counsels us to "be doers of
the word, and not hearers only". Hence let us answer
the challenge of peace with our every action. And may
the voices of our honored dead, who may not speak, be
loudly heard. Then, indeed, will we maintain peace,
lasting peace !

€f)rtetma£ 1945

No more shall men be slain to give
The world a peaceful place to live
No more shall blood run thick and red,
And nations count their valiant dead.
The guns are silent on the field
The hoards of foes have had to yield,
Now friendly planes shall fill the sky
And man may live instead of die.
Then ring glad bells, proclaim afar
Our men, long gone, are home from war,
Are home from toil and sweat and tears
Are home from death and ghastly fears.
Rejoice, rejoice all ye that sing
Retell the birthday of the King.
Proclaim the words the angels told,
For peace is come on wings of gold.

Helen Hanson.

Far away in Bethlehem

So very long ago,

God sent to earth His only Son,

His love for us to show.

A star up in the heaven high

Sent forth its brilliant ray

To guide the shepherds to the place

Where little Jesus lay.

The wisemen came in royal robes

To greet the Heavenly Babe.

With gifts of myrrh and frankincense

For Him they gladly gave.

The angels sang in. sweetest strains

The message from above;

The peace on earth, goodwill toward men;

The story of God's love.

Today again we have that peace

And may it ever stay

To make this world as bright as one

As that First Christmas Day.

Betty Anne Spruill.

Memorial Pool News

YES, THEY ARE GOING TO START TO WORK
on it this spring, which means that many of the
present students of S.T.C. will enjoy swimming in the
Memorial Pool before they graduate. (That is, if we
make as big a success of our present bond drive as we
have in the past two years.) I, for one, am sure we can.

Here are some statistics on what we have done and
what we have yet to do in the way of raising money.
At present we have approximately $6,000 toward our
ultimate goal of $10,000. Our goal for this year is
$1,000. Each member of each team has pledged to
give at least 10 cents per week. There are twenty-six
more weeks of school ; therefore each student will con-
tribute $2.60 toward the pool this year. There are
about two hundred and fifty in the school, which will
make the total contribution of the student body $650.
We hope to net at least $100 from supplementary
activities. This will give us a total of $750, enough to
buy a $1,000 United States Victory Bond.

Remember your dimes are serving a twofold pur-
pose. They are helping to pay for our Memorial Pool
as well as speeding the day when all our boys will come
home from "over there".

Our teams are organized now, so let's hop to it and
see which can reach its goal first. Good luck to you all.

THE TOWER LIGHT

LITERARY

"ANDY COMES TO BOARD"

WHEN ANDY SIMMS CAME TO BOARD
with us, a subtle change came over my mother's
rooming house — a change so gradual that none of us
recognized the effect it had upon me, at least until the
end of the whole affair — until Christmas Eve, and on
into the dawn of Christmas itself.

I can still remember that first day — that day, a
year ago, when Andy walked haltingly up to our lower
east-side brownstone house, with the "Rooms to Let"
sign in the front bay window, I'd never grown quite
used to mother's renting our five upstairs rooms.
When my father died, we were a little pressed for
funds, and we'd had to let rooms, of necessity; but,
somehow, I'd never grown accustomed to strangers
walking in and out and through our front hall, in spite
of the fact that "Mom's Boarding House" was a profit-
able establishment of five year's standing.

I remember, even now, what I was playing — "Au-
tumn Nocturne". Andy stepped into the hall, and I
could hear Mom and him talking about one of the
upstairs rooms. He murmured something to the effect
that he'd take it — and Mom couldn't understand why
he said he'd look at the room later.

He walked into the room and up to the piano, then I
was more aware of those sad brown eyes than anything
else about him — like the eyes of a whipped dog. I
didn't stop playing — I don't know why. Maybe some-
thing in the way he looked at me compelled me to con-
tinue. When I finished, he said in a hard, slurred kind
of speech that didn't go with his eyes — "Autumn
Nocturne", isn't it? My brother, Eddie, used to play
it for me before he died. I've always thought it was so
beautiful." And before I had a chance to answer, he
had walked out of the living-room, opened the front
door and was gone.

I didn't see Andy again for several days. I knew he
had moved his belongings into our upstairs room — a
shabby black suitcase, a portable radio, a heavy pack
of sheet music. I'd seen them in the hall, before Andy
took them upstairs with him.

About a week later, Andy made his appearance at
the dinner table with our other boarders. He took his
place quitely — almost too quietly. He kept his head
down — a head with close-cropped brown hair — avoid-
ing even visual contact with our other boarders, and
barely glancing at me. He pecked at his food through-
out the meal, and when I passed him the heaped up
plates, he helped himself without so much as a word of
DECEMBER • 1945

thanks. Yet I felt he knew better. You see, I watched
his table manners. They couldn't have been better.

I could hear old Miss Crotchit talking about him
later. "Something queer about that young man. He
looks to sheepish to suit me." The trouble was, he
could hear, too. She didn't bother to lower her voice.

I caught him as he reached the landing on the stairs
leading to his room. It was dark there. Mom had been
meaning to put in a light for so long, but as it is with
most busy people, good intentions were as far as it
went. I put out my hand and touched the rough tweed
of his coat, detaining him. "Please don't mind Miss
Crotchit. She's old and she doesn't have anything to
do but gossip. She talks like that about everybody."

"I don't mind", he replied. "I'm used to having
people talk about me." He hesitated a moment, and
then continued in that same hard, bitter voice, "Don't
worry about me. I've been kicked so often, it doesn't
even hurt anymore." Then his tone softened. "Thanks,
anyway. I like the way you play the piano. Particu-
larly 'Autumn Nocturne'. Just like my brother
Eddie used to before " He stopped, and sud-
denly put out his hand and took a piece of my hair
between his fingers. "May I come in and listen to you
play sometime?"

I couldn't have said anything else but yes even if I
had wanted to, which I didn't. He abruptly dropped
his hand to his side and climbed the rest of the way up
the stairs. I turned away and went slowly down the
steps. Why had I wanted him to kiss me?

It was quite by accident that I found out what Andy
did all day to earn the money he paid us for the rent.
It was about a week before Christmas. Andy and I
had grown close during the year he had lived with us.
The living room was somehow gloomy unless Andy
was there to share the cozy fire in the fireplace, the
soft candlelight above the piano, and "our music".
Andy was quite different from the man I had en-
countered on the landing that night nearly a year ago.
He talked more easily, particularly about his music.
He brought the bundle of music I had seen before
down to me one evening and I played for him. On the
corners of the sheets there was the initials "E.S.",
which I assumed to be his brother's — Eddie's. He
never spoke of his brother and I somehow felt that it
was there that the root of Andy's trouble lay.

But back to that Christmas week, I had been doing
the usual rushed Xmas shopping, and was in a hurry
to reach home, I arrived at my battered coupe and

(Continued on page 7)

Library News

HERE IS A LIST OF SUGGESTIONS FOR
Christmas Gift Books. In my opinion a lovely
book is the most worthwhile gift anyone can give a
child. I also think these books would be valuable
additions to a teacher's personal library. Indeed I
believe that any adult, who is genuinely fond of chil-
dren, would find enjoyment in owning and sharing any
of these books with children they teach or have occa-
sion to entertain. One of my greatest pleasures is
watching the children who visit me enjoy the books I
keep on one shelf of my bookcase just for them. I have
suggested these particular titles because they are
beautifully illustrated, and because they are collec-
tions of stories, poems, and songs. The last three are
collections of holiday stories that are often needed for
story-telling programs and school celebrations.

These books are for young children especially, but
the illustrations will appeal to anyone interested in
art and will help give ideas of costumes for the drama-
tization of folk stories. The songs and the poems are
suitable for any child with a lively imagination and an
appreciation of words and rhythm.
Fyleman, Rose, ed., A'Piping Again, N. Y., Stokes.
Fyleman, Rose, ed., Here We Come A'Piping, N. Y.,

Stokes, $1.00.
Fyleman, Rose, ed., Pipe and Drum, N. Y., Stokes,

1940, $1.25.
Jones, Jessie Orton, comp., Small Rain-Verses from

the Bible, Viking, 1944, $2.00.
Robinson, Tome, InandOut, N. Y.,Viking, 1943, $2.50
Stevenson, Robert Louis, Child's Garden of Verse

(Photo-Illustrations by Toni Frissell), Cleveland,

World Pub. Co., 1944, $2.00.
Harrington, Mildred P., comp., Ring-a-Round, N. Y.,

Macmillan, 1930, $3.00.
Tenggren, Gustaf, illustrator, Mother Goose, Boston,

Little Brown Co., $2.50.
Tippett, James S., / Know Some Little Animals, N. Y.,

Harper, 1941, $1.00.
Wheeler, Opal, Sing For Christmas (Illustrated by

Tenggren), N. Y., Dutton, $2.50.
Wheeler, Opal, Sing For America (Illustrated by

Tenggren), N. Y., Dutton, $3.00.
Farjeon, Eleanor, A Prayer For Little Things, Boston,

Houghton, 1945, $ .85.
Field, Rachel, Prayer For A Child, N. Y., Macmillan,

1944, $1.50.
Duplaix, Georges, Animal Stories (Illustrated by

Rojankovsky), N. Y., Simon & Schuster, 1944,$1.50.
Gibson, Katherine, ed., The Tenggren Tell-It-Again

Book, Boston, Little Brown Co., 1942, $2.50.

— {Continued on back inside cover)
6

PROFESSIONAL NEWS

Teacher's Salary

THE JOURNAL OF THE NATIONAL EDUCA-
tion Association has taken up the cry of "in-
creased pay for teachers". The editor devoted an
entire page in the November issue to an editorial on
the subject as well as reprinting part of an article,
"Teacher's Pay, A National Disgrace" by Robert
Littell from the Reader's Digest.

In his editorial, Mr. Morgan quotes figures from the
War Production Board." .... profits in American in-
dustry during the war increased 120% after paying
wartime taxes. This increase is after all expenses and
taxes have been paid. How much has your income in-
creased during the war after all expenses and taxes
have been paid? The estimated average teacher's
salary of $1,786.00 for 1944-45 would buy about what
$1,350.00 would have bought in 1940."

This was true when wages were rising and the cost of
living was rising but there were still a large percentage
of wage earners whose pay was never increased.

"The average salary of teachers was at least $500.00
less than average earnings in industry in 1944-45."

Of course these figures are averages, for some states
pay more than others to their teachers and the rural
teachers almost always get a lower salary than those
teaching in the city.

Believing that the teachers with the lowest salaries
are the ones least able to help themselves, Mr. Mor-
gan has outlined five steps in the direction of higher
salaries for teachers. They are:

1 — Get special committees of teachers and laymen
at work on the problem.

2 — Arrange to distribute copies, or print in local
papers the article by Robert Littell in October's
Reader's Digest.

3 — Use facts from N.E.A. Handbook, Leaders
Letters and American Education Week material.

4 — Use higher salaries to upgrade teachers.

5 — Work for more funds from local, state and
federal governments.

"The welfare of our country demands that intelli-
gence be exalted; that our schools be staffed by an
adequate supply of competent, well-prepared, well-
paid teachers. When a community fixes the salaries
of its teachers, it fixes in a large measure the intellec-
tual and social outlook of its people."

After all, as Mr. Littell says, "dogcatchers and gar-
bage men are useful but aren't your children's teachers
useful, too?" — {Continued on page 8)

THE TOWER LIGHT

"ANDY COMES TO BOARD"

— (Continued from page 5)
after climbing in and depositing my bundles in the
back, I started the car and moved slowly off amid the
snow and sleet and downtown traffic, I had gone only
three blocks when my motor stalled. I managed to
pull in to the curb, and then walked another block or
so to the nearest garage.

"Can I have someone fix my motor right away.
I'm stalled a block back."

"Yeah; just a minute I'll get my ace mechanic, Hey
Andy!"

Yes, it was Andy Simms, in a grease-smeared smock
with a piece of dirty waste in his hand.

"Fix this lady's motor so's she kin get home."

We walked back together through the snow, Andy's
arm through mine, to help me over the icy spots. It
didn't take long to remedy the trouble and as soon as
the motor was fixed, I asked Andy if he would care to
ride back with me.

"Do me a favor. Let me take you to dinner. There's
something I'd like to tell you that the old familiar sur-
roundings would keep me from saying." We went to a
little place — "Georgian's" — with red checked table
cloths, guttering candlelight, a jar of bread sticks
placed at the center of the table. A piano played softly
in the background.

We ordered dinner, and, while we were waiting to be
served Andy began to tell me all I had wanted to
know. He brought out into the open all my half-
guessed truths, and petty fears.

"I brought you here tonight to tell you the truth,
Karen, about myself. I picked tonight, because I'm
going away after Christmas, and I haven't much time.
Not much time for — anything. I know you've won-
dered about me, Karen. I don't care what anyone else
thinks of me — I only care what you think." He was
leaning forward now with an intense restlessness — a
compelling force about him that drew me completely,
irrisistibly into his confidence.

"Don't interrupt me. If I say it through now — I'll
never say it; to your or anyone, it's like this. I grew up
in Detroit with my brother, Eddie, and my sister,
Betty. It was always just we three. Eddie was the
talented one in the family. He had the brains — particu-
larly in his fingers. He'd been playing the piano ever
since he could walk. He was going to be a concert
pianist some day. Our parents died when we were just
kids, so Betty and I quit high school to earn enough
to support the three of us, Eddie kept on with his
schooling, especially his music. We sent him through
Julliard, and he was ready for the big time — composi-
tions, concerts — and then it happened.
DECEMBER • 1945

Eddie was always a good kid, but maybe Sis and I
spoiled him too much. Anyway, Eddie, as soon as he
began to make a name for himself, started to live high.
He got in with the wrong crowd — the parasitic type
that bleed you dry. Fair-weather friends. One night
he threw a big party. I guess they all had too much to
drink. Anyway, an argument started between Clark
Monroe, an obscure orchestra leader and Eddie over
Monroe's singer, Evelyn Vaughn. The argument be-
came more heated, and Eddie began to play, "Autumn
Nocturne"on the piano, ignoring Monroe. Monroe
saw red. He went over to the piano and slammed the
lid down on Eddie's hands. The pain was so intense
that Eddie just sat there in agony; he couldn't even
move his hands from the keyboard.

God, I can see them now. Monroe must have been
crazy. Before anyone could stop him, he slammed the
lid down again and again!!! My God!"

Andy put his hand out blindly across the table and
found mine.

"Oh, Andy, you don't have to go on. I understand."

But he blindly shook his head.

"I was so dazed, for a minute I couldn't move.
Then I realized the horrible thing Monroe had done.
I grabbed him by the collar and shook him back and
forth like a dog would shake a toy. And then I began
to beat on him with my fists until he was unconscious.
And then I flung him away from me.

"They said — the police — that his head struck the
sharp corner of a table. He was dead when the doctor
arrived. When the doctor examined my borther's
hands, he said that were was no hope. Eddie would
never play the piano again. The jury was harsh that
year. At eighteen I was to give up the next five years
of my life in the State Prison. In that time I learned
the mechanical trade by which I earn my living now.
I received my parole from the Governor just in time to
go home and see Eddie die — his hands — blood-poison-
ing of some kind — not a chance.

"I tried to enlist when the war began. They don't
take men with prison records. But there is a remote
island base in bad need of plane motor mechanics —
ground crew — they're making an exception in my
case. I leave the day after Christmas."

We reached home at 12:30 that evening. We had
walked, and talked until we were exhausted. There
was one question, however, that I had not had the
courage to ask before. As we went slowly up the stair-
case, we reached the landing. Mom still hadn't put in
the light. It was quite dark and I stumbled over a
loose piece of carpet. Andy caught me as I fell, and
I buried my face against his coat collar, mumbling —

(Continued on page 8)

"ANDY COMES TO BOARD"

— {Continued from page 6)

"Why hadn't you told me all this before? I would have
understood."

"I would have told you, but I was so afraid it
would make a difference — it has with so many people.
It would have been a terrible blow to me — a deeper
hurt than any yet, if you had turned away on learning
the truth. You see, Karen, I've fallen in love with
you."

Christmas Eve came all too soon. Andy would be
going away in just one more day. We made the most
of our short time left together. We trimmed the tree,
Andy sitting astride the tall unsteady ladder as I
handed up the balls to him. We heaped the gifts
around the base of the tree. Andy lit the fire, and I
sat down at the piano to play "Autumn Nocturne".
As I played, Andy came up behind me and slipped
something shiny and gold around my throat.

"No, don't stop playing. This is my Christmas gift
to you, Karen — my mother's locket. Wear it always
and never forget me."

"No, I'll never forget you and your story nor
"Autumn Nocturne".

"It's name should be changed."

"You mean 'Autumn Nocturne'?"
"Yes. It should be changed to 'Christmas Noc-
turne' — a nocturne of peace, contentment, happiness."

"For us, but as it should be for everyone."

Eileen Lynch.

CLUB NEWS— {Continued from page 2)

Dinner, and the day of the regular Christmas Assem-
bly. Two of the selections are the forever Christmas
favorites: "The Shepard's Story" and "Angels O'er
the Fields Were Flying". Less familiar but equally
beautiful are the songs sung by the Jeannie Group — ,
"Babes So Tender", a Flemish carol arranged for
girl's voices and the "Wassail Song" which is a
Gloucestershire carol sung by mixed voices. Aside
from these special numbers there are the ever loved
Christmas carols for all to sing.

Here's to a Merry Christmas for all and a Happy-
New Year for those who survive that last minute
shopping. "Happy Holiday".
8

TEACHER'S SALARY {Continued from page 6)

He goes on to tell about Flint, Michigan, where
school teachers are started at $400.00 a year less than
it starts its garbage collectors. And about Salt Lake
City, where after 16 years of experience a teacher can
attain a maximum salary of $2,724.00, while the dog-
catcher earns $10,000.00 a year on a contract basis.

Mr. Littell also tells of some students who, working
part-time, make more money than their teachers.

Such deplorable conditions will have to be corrected
if the future citizens of the world are going to get the
right start with a good education and we, as future
teachers will have to work for and support any such
committee that may be formed.

"PEACE ON EARTH" {Continued from page l)

volume, that are indications that we have passed
through a number of national exigencies. We even
have some documents that concern a world League of
Nations, that show at least some thinkers were con-
cerned with the post-war settlement of the first World
War but with what success did this attempt meet?
We fight the wars and win the battles but how hope-
lessly we lose the peace.

In the past we have fought our wars as if they were
football games. When we're on the field and in action,
we can play a good game of defense or offense. We can
provide a strong line, smart plays, and come out with a
winning score; but after the game, we're ready to go
home. War and peace aren't as simple as sport. The
rules of sportsmanship are superceded by engaging
the fastest and most effective devices for annihilating
our opponent. War is too grave a business to take
many of the characteristics of healthy diversion, and
peace is too sacred and rare to be taken as lightly as a
report of sportive activity.

Must the world go on scheduling competitive con-
tests to see who has the greatest strength? What does
attaining such capacity for endurance prove? Is a
different type of strength needed to prepare a lasting
peace? This time it's peace and security or total
obliteration for the world as a whole. Man has done
too effective a job in preparing his weapons of war.
We are now faced with turning our most serious
thought and action to developing the instruments of
peace until they reach or surpass the advancements of
extinction.

This is our Peace, perhaps our last chance at making
it a success — Are we ready for it?

THE TOWER LIGHT

#f)rigtma£ '45

Mother Nature spreads a blanket

On the world so fair;
Then the sleigh lulls start a-jingling

In the crisp, clear winter air.
For it is the Christmas season,
And we have a better reason
To thank God for all Hi' has given*
He has showered us with bliss,
We will priase Him, too, for this
And lift up our hearts to heaven.
But for all the little girls and boys,
Whose only interest is in toys,
Who do not realize the One above,
He will keep the vigil still,
Teach them of His faithful will,
Lend to them and all the rest,

His boundless love.
But especially on this Yuletide,
Now that the war has ceased,
We raise our eyes to heaven and

We thank our God for peace.

Ginny Fr

MEN'S CORNER

LIBRARY NEWS- \pantinued .from page 6)

Harper, Wilhelmina, pomp.', The Gunniwold and Other
Merry Tales, Phila., David McKay, 1936, $2.00.

Hutchinson, Verbn^J* ed., Chimney Corner Stories,
N. Y., Minton Ua'lch e^t'o., $2.50.

Simkhovitch, Natasha, iflus., Merry Christmas (Col-
lection of stories, poems, and songs), N. Y., Knopf,
1943'i'i8S6fi.,

Harper, \Wfielmina_, comp., Merry Christmas To You,
^MJ^f^itK'u'. 1935, S2.00.
"Harper,'. Wilhelmina, comp., Easter Chimes, V Y.,

00.

Dm ton. 1«)42. S2

Walters, Maud Owens, ed., A Book of Christmas
*$5tdries For Children, N. Y., Dodd, 1930.

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The Night Lights Went Out.

Remember the dark eerie night that the lights went
out in the dorm? Guess where the boys were?

Seene:Second floor Newell Hall.

A deep bass voice whispers — "Don, is that you?
Where's the door?"

Suddenly the still night is pierced by an ear split-
ting scream. EEEEE-E-E-KKKK. Then a thud. (She
fainted).

The above incident was reported by a B.T.A. spy.
It seems that on this night which was a very oppor-
tune evening the Kottage Kids darkened their faces
with brunt cork, put on their commando suits and
invaded the dormitory. When the lights came back on
they were caught red handed! Reading Edda Torr's
love letters! The culprits were brought before the all
high inquisition. The Grand Salami (judge) delivered
the sentence. "To write an article for the Tower
Light" — Better we should get the death sentence!
(Ed. Note — / agree!)

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WARY, 1946

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The Tower Light Staff has always tried to en-
courage the interest and patronage of the faculty and
all articles and suggestions from this illustrious body
have been most welcome. However, we of the staff,
still felt the need of a greater faculty participation.
We have fostered the hope that such a participation
would evolve from an interest in our school publica-
tion. This month we feel we have attained that peak
of interest, accompanied by a sharing of responsibility,
heretofore unknown to our magazine. With pride and
joy, the Tower Light presents its first "Faculty Edi-
tion", dedicated to, written and compiled by, and
edited by our faculty for the enjoyment and enlight-
enment of the student body.

Especial thanks is given to Dr. Eunice Crabtree and
Mrs. Helen Stapleton for their assuming the job of
organizing and editing.

S. T. C. — Past — Present — Future

-• 1918-1945 •-

AS HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF IN AN
aftermath of war, the elder folks of this genera-
tion, a little boastful, a little nostalgic, talk of that
other war met in the heyday of their youth. That war
ended in 1918, this one in 1945, an interval of twenty-
seven years to complete the evolution that brings us
back to the starting place, older and wiser, and, with
the gossipy inclination of the not-so-young, to draw
comparisons.

We could compare manners and morals, music and
painting, dress and hair cuts (hair-dos was an un-
known word in 1918); or, in more serious vein we
could discourse upon the differences of the two periods
in strikes and cost of living, in politics and inter-
national relations, or in conceptions of democracy.
But let us turn from these discussions, and just for fun
think of the then and now of our college.

We were not the State Teachers College in 1918.
We were the Maryland State Normal School — M.S.
N.S. — in the vernacular of the students. We offered
to high school graduates two years of preparation for
teaching. To students entering from the second or
third year of high school we offered academic prepar-
ation for one or two years to precede the professional
training. The war, then as now, had seriously depleted
the teaching ranks. Fabulous salaries were paid for
government clerks in Washington. Why be a teacher
and work hard for small pay? This point of view so re-
duced interest in teaching that the enrollment of the
school had dropped to barely a hundred. In 1920 the
State of Maryland elected a new governor, Albert C.
Ritchie, who elected a new state superintendent of
schools, Albert S. Cook, who appointed a new presi-
dent of the State Normal School, Lida Lee Tall. These
three dynamic persons launched a campaign to give
to the state a trained teacher in every class room.
With publicity programs, moving pictures, and in-
creased salary scales the next year advertised educa-
tion. Our school started with a bumper crop of pros-
pective teachers and we entered a new era.

In those days there was no Richmond Hall, no ele-
mentary school building, no gymnasium. The needs
met today by these fine buildings were fulfilled by the
Administration Building. What a busy place it was
with the elementary school, a large cafeteria and a
kitchen in the basement; with athletic classes and
games in the auditorium ; and with cubicles separated
by draperies forming supplementary dormitories in
JANUARY • 1946

the north wing of the upper floor! Of the five rooms
now forming the library only one was in use. The glen
was a wilderness. There was no book shop.

All these "have nots" suggest a dreary place, but
it was not. The life of the school, then as now, was in
the late teens. There was always eagerness in the air,
a keen awareness of fun, a constant promise of the
flower from the blossom.

Apparently for the first time in its history it was a
feminine school. No Eligible Eight lent masculine
charm to classroom of campus. True, one boy arrived.
He was given a room in the basement of Newell Hall.
In the morning the window was open and the room
was empty. The caged bird had flown. He was never
seen again.

But the following year four boys entered. There-
upon was established that inner core of solidarity to
which the individual male must cling in a world of
women. If you doubt the strength of this centrifugal
force observe the Three Musketeers of the present
freshman class. Has one of them ever been seen to enter
a class room alone? Or alone to breast the feminine tide
that ebbs and flows through the corridors at noon hour?

De Quincy has said that ten men united have the
strength of a hundred. This idea of strength through
unity started with that class of '23 and ever since has
been a strong cementing influence. In these lean war
years our enrollment for a while boasted only one man.
He has survived and carried the tradition into our
present student body. May the men increase and soon
match our pre-war quota of eighty-five!

Two of the most important events in the life of the
college occurred in this "inter bella" period. In 1924
the City Training School for Teachers merged with
our school and our graduates from the city, also a few
from the counties, became the teachers of Baltimore
City. This merger practically doubled the enrollment.
There were over a thousand students. Corridors
echoed to thronging feet and the auditorium was
crowded at assembly from stage to door. Time gradu-
ally ironed out the surplus, also the second great event
helped to stabilize the school to the needs of the city
and the state. We became in 1935 a four year college,
conferring the degree of Bachelor of Science upon our
graduates. We were now of age scholastically.

Between two wars we acquired, in addition to
building and boys and in addition to numbers and
distinction, a more beautiful environment for gracious
living and a fine esprit de corps, growing largely from

(Continued on page 10)

RECONVERSION ON THE CAMPUS

EVERYONE IS WRITING AND TALKING
of reconversion. We are all eager spectators of
the nation's change from a war to a peacetime eco-
nomy but our interest in reconversion hardly stops
with economic readjustments. Reconstruction also
can mean a change in the character and course of liv-
ing. Viewed in this light there is hardly a person who
doesn't have a personal task of reconversion 'to under-
take. Total war has left us all with some important
postponed aspect of living which we are determined to
realize.

This wartime suspension of the genteel art of living
has cast its devastating blight upon the student life of
our college. It is something of a shock to realize that
no present undergraduate has a first hand knowledge
of our pre-war student life. Our present students only
can sense an era of richer college living as they see the
faithfulness with which our service men and women of
the pre-war classes keep in touch with their college and
classmates.

There is scarcely a single phase of the pre-war ver-
sion of student living that has escaped the crippling
mutilation of war-time curtailment. A brief review of
the struggle to keep alive something of the flavor and
spirit of the pre-war campus may provide a better
perspective for our present status.

Student government was one of the first of the stu-
dent organizations to face the struggle for survival.
During the period 1939 to 1942 the S.G.A. had been
completely reorganized, and just as the full impact of
the new constitution was being tested the new govern-
ment was all but swamped by the rapid reorganization
of the college program. A bewildering series of prob-
lems brought about by smaller classes, an accelerated
program and a shrinking budget taxed the ingenuity
of the student leaders to keep alive the hard-won
gains for the cause of student government. 1942-43
will always be remembered as the year of many presi-
dents. Much credit must be given to the student
leaders and their advisers who brought the S.G.A.
through this stormy period without loss of power or
prestige.

As the war wore on student life gradually lost its
vitality. College spirit depends upon an esprit de corps
within the class groups, a self-realization of the class
groups through interaction with other classes and the
perpetuation of a body of traditions which sets the
college apart as distinct and unique from all other
colleges. War conditions tore savagely at these roots
of college spirit. Let us read the record.
2

In the past four years we have seen enrollment ab-
normalities which have created an ever-changing
series of startling class inter-relationships. Each of the
college classes, from senior to freshman, has at one
time or another assumed a marked numerical superi-
ority to the others. We have seen the senior class out-
number the freshman class by a ratio of two to one.
We have had the unique experience of seeing as many
as four different sets of freshmen enter during one
single college year. In the halls it was not uncommon
to hear one student inquire of another: "What class
are you in?" Often the reply was: "I really don't
know." The climax of incongruities was reached in
September, 1944, when there were three different
varieties of seniors in the college at the same time but
no junior class at all.

Still other changes added to the difficulty of keeping
alive a vigorous program of student activities. The
ratio of men to women students dropped from about
1 in 5 to about 1 in 100. At one time the proportion of
resident students to day students dropped to less than
half the enrollment of the college. We were rapidly be-
coming a "9 to 4" college.

Suspensions of the most colorful and inspiring of the
college celebrations and activities was especially dis-
heartening. The loss of the men's activities left a gap
which never could be filled. One by one other student
activities followed into retirement. Reluctantly the
students gave up College Play-Day in the fall, the
orchestra, most of the class dances, the Old English
Dinner at Christmas, much of the May Day pagentry
and most of the colorful June Week activities of the
senior class.

Now that the war is behind us there are hopeful
signs that the trend of events is at last being reversed.
The present vigorous administration of the S.G.A.
holds a promise not only of a reconversion but a
renaissance of student social life and college activities.
In this spirit it is to be hoped that the S.G.A. will
seek not only to replace the suspended activities but
that it will add activities or modify present practices
to suit peculiar needs of our student body.

Other organizations, too, are falling into line. The,
present small but ambitious Senior Class has resolved
to put back into June Week much of the sparkle and!
brilliance traditionally associated with the occasion.
The Dramatic Club shows evidence of coming to lifel
and it is good to see an active Mens' Club once more. I

Much of the hope for an early return of college color!
and spirit must be invested in the Freshman Class., |

{Continued on page 10)
THE TOWER LIGHT

THE TEACHERS COLLEGE OF THE FUTURE

FIVE YEARS AGO WE CELEBRATED THE
seventy-fifth anniversary of the founding of this
college. I made the opening address at the Convoca-
tion and called it "The First Hundred Years". I find
it interesting and somewhat gratifying to read the
latter part of that address in which I predicted for the
next twenty-five years. Five of those years have now
passed and we begin to realize the fulfillment of some
of the predictions which I made.

In that address I said, "It is with great apprehen-
sion that I attempt to envisage the next quarter cen-
tury. Basing our ideas of the next twenty-five years on
the needs and demands which are apparent to us to-
day, we can gauge the work which is ahead with some
degree of assurance, some wishful thinking, some
fanciful ideality." That statement is just as true today
as it was five years ago. "The next twenty-five years
should mark a period of change and rapid growth.
New concepts of childhood education which we strug-
gle to clarify today when we come face to face with the
issues which threaten our democratic way of life will
lead us to a way of teacher education which has not
been tried before."

The Teachers College of the next five years will
make more rapid progress in the direction of the fore-
going objective than that of the past five years. The
new emphasis on child study which has received im-
petus from the collaboration of those scientists who
contribute to the sum total of our knowledge of human
growth and development will make necessary a curri-
culum in which all activities, all courses, are centered
in a program of child study. When this is brought
about, the dividing lines which we have always held
between primary and intermediate and junior high
and senior high school grades will disappear. There
will be a single program of teacher education and the
Teachers College will be a College of Education for
Teachers, — not elementary teachers, nor high school
teachers— just teachers.

Further in the address there is the statement,
"Respect for the individual must take on new mean-
ings"; and again, "Respect for the individual means
respect for the individual's rights and abilities of self
direction." That concept of education has directed
our progress in breaking from the traditional one-pro-
gram-alike for all. Understanding of the worth of the
individual must help always to determine the curri-
cula for all levels of the educational system from
nursery school through the grades and through college.
The Teachers College curriculum of the future must
provide opportunities for students to follow the bent
JANUARY • 1946

of their own potentialities. There is no real reason why
all teachers should be cut to the same pattern nor kept
in the same groove. Sameness is conducive to stagna-
tion.

The Teachers College will continue to strive toward
a program which provides for individual differences
and recognizes that the greatest good comes from
capitalizing these differences and helping students to
discover their own potentialities, thus starting them on
the way of self-direction.

The curriculum will allow students more and more
to select their own programs. There will be many
electives from which they can choose and curricular
and extra-curricular activities will be closely coordin-
ated. Such a program implies a student body of six
hundred selected students and a faculty of fifty in-
structors, all authorities in the separate fields of
knowledge.

The facilities at Towson will render greater and
greater service to the State. The development of the
curriculum laboratory as a service center for the
teachers of the state will afford this college opportuni-
ties for active pioneering, for leadership which it has
long coveted. This leadership can be most vital in the
field of research. Summer sessions will be devoted to
the study of the educational problems of the teachers
of the state. A new library building on the campus
providing reading rooms, little theatre, studios, rooms
for exhibits, and workshops will facilitate the realiza-
tion of this goal.

Opportunities for leadership will be afforded further
by the erection on this campus of a radio transmitter
operating on frequency modulation, which is to serve
Baltimore and the area within a 45 mile radius of
Towson. This radio station will be erected just as soon
as manpower and materials are available.

The gymnasium and the swimming pool will be
instrumental in developing closer relations between
the college and the alumni.

The State's participation in a program of exchange
of teachers for the purpose of building a basis for inter-
national understanding will involve the utilization of
the facilities of this college and do much to expand its
sphere of influence and to render more fruitful its own
productivity. Evantually there will be a program of
student exchange, and Teachers College students will
take some of their courses while spending a semester in
a foreign land while a student from that land lives in
her room in Newell Hall.

(Continued on page 10)

WE REMEMBER READING

Deep in the Heart of Texas. A rural school in
Texas gave Lucy Scott her start. There she learned to
read by the A. B. C. method. With agility she read
from large commercial wall charts and a basic reader.
Later although no child classics were to be found in
the classrooms, she read home copies of Dickens,
Scott, and the Youths Companion magazine.

Exercise Does It. Arthur Brewington can't re-
call what he learned during his first year of school.
However, he remembers vividly his entrance into for-
mal education. The first day he ran around the school
house three times pursued by his mother. On the third
round his mother caught him and directed his course
through the front door for a dramatic first appearance!
His love of action is revealed in his early literary
choices: The Little Brownie, Tom Swift, The Rover Boys
and Tarzan.

Listening In. Anita Dowell "listened in" on the
reading lessons being taught to her older sister by her
mother at home and surprised the family by learning
to read, too. The excellence of the method is shown by
the fact that before she was six years old she read from
the Bible at Sunday School ! One of her early favorites
was Little Women.

Perhaps Minerva. Margaret Barkley can't re-
member ever being unable to read, yet she doubts that
she was born with the ability! Of course she means
learning to read English — she can tell you all about
learning to read Italian, but that's another story.
Stevenson's Child's Garden of Verses was her first love
in literature.

X Marks The Spot. Hazel MacDonald's first task
in the first grade was to write and say the alphabet.
She was successful in writing all the letters until she
came to X. She had to stay after school and labor over
the X to make it stand up correctly and not look like
a plus sign. She confesses to a passion for the Elsie
Series, Black Beauty, and the Youths Companion.

Literary Diversions. It all goes back to "before
she was six" when Irene Steele's mother and sister
read to her at home. Grimm's Fairy Tales and Long-
fellow's Village Blacksmith were among the selections
she enjoyed most. Then her first grade reading came
along, and she learned easily. But when she had such
unchallenging content as: "a boy, a bat — the boy, the
bat," she found relief by quietly retiring under her
desk to rest, or play, or think up better stories of her
own!
4

A Head Start. Joe West learned to read at four
years of age. His parents, aunts, uncles, and older
brothers were responsible for his early reading and
appreciation of literature. No wonder with such a head
start that at twelve he was reading Shakespeare (not
Lamb's Tales) and Chaucer!

By Aid of Apron Strings. Theresa Wiedefeld
learned to read at home by following her mother
around the kitchen asking for words as she encountered
new ones in her book. In the first grade all reading was
done orally — each child taking a turn. She was such a
good reader that she read ahead of the class and con-
sequently when she was called on she couldn't find the
place. The book she remembered reading with
greatest joy was The House of Seven Gables which she
carried with her everywhere.

A Dream Comes True. Donald Minnigan was
taught the word method via phonics in an Illinois
rural school. He loved to read Ernest Thompson
Seton's nature stories and dream of the thrilling ad-
ventures afforded the naturalist. Years later he had
the rare good fortune of joining Seton's nature camp
near Lock Raven and there he heard the author tell
his own stories!

Santa Clause Helped. This is the way Bernice
Brouwer remembers learning to read her first word.
As the Christmas season approached she enjoyed hear-
ing her mother read The Night Before Christmas. She
inquired about the picture of Santa writing on a long
sheet of paper. After her mother explained that he was
writing the names of all the good boys and girls to
whom he'd take gifts, she said "I know my name is
there." Her wise mother wrote "Bernice" on the page.
From that day forward, she could read her name on or
off the list. It is important to add that she was stand-
ing in front of her mother at that time and learned her
name up side down. No wonder she's such a good
typesetter today!

What A Blaze! William Hartley learned to read in
the first grade. In no time he was the best reader in
his class, but alas he also became teacher's number one
problem boy. The books were too easy to take up his
time, therefore he devoted his unlimited energy and
versatility to non-curricular activities. His lack of
interest in reading enabled him to be promoted by a
very slim margin. So it continued until the day he
read the story about a poor country boy who was left
in the city. There upon the reading spark burst into
flame and consumed The Little Match Girl, The Lone

THE TOWER LIGHT

WE REMEMBER READING

Scout, Horatio Alger, and 125 volumes of Tom Swift!
And it seems to go on and on!

Goes Down On Brown. Before Pearle Blood went
to school she could read, write, and spell a goodly
number of words which her older sister had taught
her. On the first day of school she made a list of all the
words she knew and submitted it to the teacher who
promptly placed her in the top reading group. The
only trouble she ever had was over the world "brown,"
and for failure to know it, she was kept after school.
The first book she truly treasured was Grimm's Fairy
Tales.

Modern Methods. The success of the more recent
methods of teaching reading is told by Mary Catherine
Kahl. She learned to read sentences and paragraphs
for the thought. The whole procedure was so pleasant
that she can recall no hazards that first year. She only
remembers enjoying very much the primer story The
Little Red Hen. Another contemporary note in her
report is that she loved to read the comics.

Baby Reads Bible. In modern psychology we hear
much of the need for "studying the infant" but we
never hear of "the infant studying". Yet on our
campus we find this phenomenon in the person of
Stella Brown. At the age of two (so her parents told
her) she could say her letters and identify them in the
Bible! This early success did not turn her head as is
demonstrated by the practical nature of the story she
liked best in her Butler's First Reader: Beth and Nell
Are Playing Washday.

From A Linen Mother Goose. Dorothey Berg-
ner's reading interests had their beginning in a copy of
Mother Goose Nursery Rhymes printed on linen which
she enjoyed when she was a very little girl. It was a
wonderful book, for it could be played with, slept with,
and even put through the wash ! Later she was an avid
reader of Mrs. Wiggs of the Cabbage Patch, The Five
Little Peppers, and Hans Brinker.

Way Out West. Anna Baker's brothers taught her
to spell some words before she was of school age. Her
success with "candy" and "Daddy" made them very
proud. She attended a village school in North Dakota
where the oral reading method was in vogue. She and
her seat-mate cooperated in keeping the place! Later
Polly Anna and her brother's, Boys Scout Series were
her favorites for home reading.
JANUARY • 1946

Not Big Enough. Jane Daniels learned her 3 R's
at home from her older sister. On the first day at
school she was asked to write the multiplication table
on her slate. She cried when she found the slate too
small to hold all she knew! She loved reading, and
after enjoying all the books for children, she began on
adult fiction. Among her favorites were the Elsie
books and Scarlet Pimpernel.

The Call of the Wild. Compton Crook's school-
teacher mother taught him to read at home before he
began his school career. He didn't learn his letters
first, but began by learning words. He wrote the new
ones each day on his slate. After he was introduced to
the Jungle Books and Tarzan he became a voracious
reader of nature and adventure stories, and his family
said that he literally read all the time.

When Pupil Turns Teacher. Hazel Woodward
entered the first grade when she was four years old.
She was puzzled about the primer — on one page she
found the picture of a dog with a bird in his mouth.
She felt sorry for the bird and spent all afternoon try-
ing to find out what the list of words under the picture
said. After a time she must have realized that she
was making little progress with the word method, for
she invented a kind of thought method for herself. It
worked, and reading was fun!

Inticed By Sweets. In the 18th Century Basedow
advocated the gingerbread method. The dough was
shaped into forms of the letters. After learning a letter,
the reader could eat it. How superior was the method
used by Mary Bulkley's first grade teacher in a Ne-
braska rural school ! There the children read a charming
story Candy Land. Could such words as "home, tree,
and toy," be difficult if the child visualized them made
of candy? Perhaps our doctor received at that time her
interest in diet as well as in reading!

Homer Behind Bars. Although Emma Weyforth
learned to read at school, her literary appetite was
whitted at home by listening to her father read aloud.
Early favorites were Emmy Lou, Eugene Field's
poems, and Dickens. She liked very much the tales
from Homer, but was curious as to why he had been
imprisoned. Whenever her father or teacher men-
tioned the bard Homer, she imagined the poor man
behind bars. Some time later when she saw the word,
the mystery was solved !

(Continued on page 11)

FACULTY FACTS AND FANCIES

"17" T DAY FOUND THE FACULTY OF STC
▼ m J up to their ears in war work. If you don't
believe it, consider these facts: Captain Crook was
with the U. S. Office of Special Services doing top-
drawer secret stuff. Mr. Minnegan was called by his
country to serve as Civilian Consultant on the Recrea-
tional Program in the European Theatre of Opera-
tions. Dr. Brewington was an aircraft inspector at the
Glenn L. Martin Co., Walther and West took off their
air-raid warden's helmets and bade good bye to
Civilian Defense. Dr. Dowell was on the job as a
hospital aide and nurses librarian. Miss Roach won
the honor of blood doner, par excellence. Miss Barkley
looked extremely charming in her Red Cross uniform
as she served faithfully at the Blood Donor's Center.
President Wiedefeld did her bit in the Nurse's recruit-
ing Board. Miss Yoder served as a faithful corres-
pondent with our boys and girls in service, and kept
the college wartime scrapbook. Miss Weyforth took
her Glee Club to USO's and camp shows to lighten the
moments of the armed forces. Dr. Bergner was busy
with research on synthetic rubber. Mrs. Brouwer
worked in a printing plant in her spare time wearing a
government badge and turning out high priority
material. Miss Bersch, Daniels and Scott served on
the local Rationing Board doing their part in a vital
wartime service.

No note of the wartime service of the STC faculty
would be complete without paying tribute to all those
who stuck to their wartime jobs of teaching. The
college served in an indespensible capacity during the
war by maintaining its teacher education functions.
Teachers were badly needed and the college worked
diligently to answer this need. Faculty members car-
ried on at home by carrying heavy loads. Often there
was only one member of a department left to carry on
the work in that subject. We would not detract from
the honor and glory of those who did their part in the
armed services, or in industry, but honor and recogni-
tion is also due to those who "carried on" on the home
front.

And now that the war is over! Will the faculty rest
on their laurels? Not if they are to be judged by past
performances. Dr. Crabtree, whose series of elemen-
tary school readers are among the best sellers in their
field, will continue with her writing, and perhaps even
find time to play the flute. Dr. West, another of
STC's eminent authors is busy on another book, but
not so busy that he can't keep his hand in at pottery
making and playing the guitar. Miss Blood is busy
revising her Geography of Maryland. Dr. Walther
6

and President Wiedefeld are working on a series of
standardized tests in Geography. Dr. Brewington,
whose publications in speech education have contri-
buted greatly to the field, may find time to contribute
his basso profoundo to one of Baltimore's leading
choral societies. Mrs. Stapleton, who has written
many plays and pageants, will again set her trusty pen
to paper and create vehicles for our dramatic society.
Dr. Dowell, whose health bulletins published by the
Metropolitan Life Insurance Company have been used
by countless teachers, may again be able to do some
of the globe-trotting which she loves so well. (This list
is becoming so extended that I had better start a new
paragraph.)

Take a long breath and read on. The diversified
interests and remarkable talents of our faculty can be
seen by the following samplying of hobbies: Miss
Baker collects antiques and china, Mrs. Brouwer de-
signs hats, Mr. Moser does geological research and
makes ship models, Miss Bersch sews beautifully, Miss
Yoder is the outstanding teller of children's stories in
the Western Hemisphere, Miss Woodward's hand-
made aprons, quilts and tablecloths are things of
beauty and a joy forever, Miss Brown is a world
traveler, recipe collector, and gardner extraordinary,
Dr. Dowell is an ornithologist of note, Mr. Walther
raises the nicest flowers in Baltimore, Mr. Minnegan's
clay modeling makes Epstein look amateurish, Mr.
Crook is a National Park Ranger in the summer time
who makes all of nature his hobby, Miss Roach is
Cullerton's closest rival at contract bridge, Dr.
Bulkley collects stamps, Miss Kahl studies Russian,
Miss Holt collects anything that looks like a frog, Miss
MacDonald is a voracious reader and a pianist on a
par with Iturbi.

Modesty forbids that we mention that ex-chief
petty officer in the Coast Guard who fought the battle
of Baltimore, collects blondes, brunetts and redheads,
noted for his quiet sox, ties, and sweaters, whose
writings have puzzled the educational world for
twenty years and whose initials are William H.
Hartley.

TEACHERS COLLEGE-( Continued 'from page 3)

The future is rich in possibilities for the State
Teachers College at Towson. With sufficient vision
and opportunity to develop our potentialities this
should be the outstanding college on the eastern sea-
board.

M. Theresa Wiedefeld.
THE TOWER LIGHT

HOW WELL DO YOU KNOW YOUR FACULTY?

Try matching the deeds and the doers. Answers on page 10.

18. Is equally fond of frogs and shopping. ( )

1. Shakes a wicked foot, and can spin a wild tale in
song or verse. ( )

2. Was once a Y. M. C. A. secretary. ( )

3. Gathered rocks from each county in Maryland,

and built a fireplace for her summer home. It
draws, too. ( )

4. Once aspired to being a flutist, and can still trill a

recognizable tune. ( )

5. Can raise the roof, and perhaps more, with the

rebel yell. ( )

6. Sings southern ballads and strums his own banjo.

( )

7. Can shingle a roof, and do assorted kinds of car-

penter and repair work. ( )

8. Is studying Russian. ( )

9. Taught a Sunday School class of nearly one

hundred midshipmen. ( )

10. Cans and preserves her garden products. ( )

11. Found Washington Square interesting during her

days at N. Y. U. ( )

12. For recreation enjoys the symphony and ballet.

( )

13. Knows well the rocks and geological formations

of Maryland. ( )

14. Can plan menus and prepare dishes of which the

Waldorf-Astoria might be proud. ( )

15. Is a philatelist with a particularly fine collection

of U. S. stamps. ( )

16. Teaches sailing and only occasionally capsizes.

( )

17. Likes to train birds and "Mr. Micawber" was her

prize pupil. ( )

JANUARY • 1946

19. Sings bass and was a member of a college choir.

( )

20. Makes artistic flower arrangements and would

love to garden if she had time to do it. ( )

21. Sews a fine seam and creates aprons with eye

appeal. ( )

22. Was president of the State Federation of Business

and Professional Women. ( )

23. Has an artistic bent and can draw and sketch with

skill and creativeness. ( )

24. Haunts the antique shops for furniture and old

china. ( )

25. Is an exceptionally fine pianist whom we can't

hear too often. ( )

26. Organized details for office management of the

State Retirement System. ( )

27. Can perform a fire dance with skill and grace.

( )

28. Always has a broad knowledge of worthwhile

articles in current magazines. ( )

29. Was a forest ranger in Rocky Mountain National

Park. ( )

Baker

Crook

Scott

Barkley

Daniels

Stapleton

Bergner

Dowell

Steele

Bersch

Hartley

Walther

Blood

Holt

West

Brewington

Kahl

Weyforth

Brouwer

MacDonald

Wiedefeld

Brown

Minnegan

Woodward

Bulkley

Moser

Yoder

Crabtree

Roach

Prelude

Hands of men builded of brick and stone

A school — and placed it clean in the wind

On a hill.

Deep silence followed clamor.

The school looked quietly out

On the hills hugging their purpose,

On the shimmering green of summer mists;

Felt the tingeing of autumn leaves,

And held close the deep joy of nights alone.

Outside — nature.

Inside the long new halls — a loneliness
Echoes of the first footfalls — thin and hollow.
Soon came a thronging of echoes,
Came work and children's laughter.
Something began to stir within the building —
A slow clumsy awakening to a spirit.
All loneliness fled.

It seemed as though in two great kind hands

Was held a low light — shielded.

And a voice from the mists of all Beginnings

Cried, "Here is a building.

You who are rich with understanding

And wise in the ways of beauty

Make of this a holy place."

Marguerite Simmons.

This poem was written by Marguerite Simmons, when
she was a student, for the dedication service of the
Lida Lee Tall School.

Looking Out The Window

The smoke rises straight up and then moves slowly
off into the sky. It is dark in color as it rises, and then
fades to lighter tones as it drifts away.

Ambition is like the smoke, takes us straight up,
strong in feeling but slowly relaxes becoming weaker.

To keep ambition strong, the spark which started
the feeling must be rekindled and not allowed to burn
out.

M.B.R.

Musts

MISS WOODWARD SENT A QUESTION-
naire to the faculty inquiring into their reading
interests. They were asked to report on the musts,
the books no one should miss, to compile into a reading
list for the students. The returns were so copious there
is not space for them here. However there follows a
list of ten contemporary writers, favorites of the
faculty, arranged alphabetically with one or more of
their works. With how many of these writers are you
familiar?

Buck, Pearl: The Good Earth, Sons, Dragons Teeth.

Cather, Willa; Death Comes for the Archbishop, My
Antonia.

Galsworthy, John: The Forsythe Saga.

Hardy, Thomas: The Return of the Native.

Hemingway, Earnest: A Farewell to Arms, For
Whom the Bell Tolls.

Lewis, Sinclair: Main Street, Babbit.

Maygham, Somerset: Of Human Bondage.

O'Neill, Eugene: Nine Plays.

Steinbeck, John: Of Mice and Men.

Shaw, George Bernard: Man and Superman.

Founder's Day

IN RECOGNITION OF ITS FOUNDING ON
January 15, 1886, the State Teachers College at
Towson held special exercises on Sunday, January
the thirteenth. Though the college has reached the
venerable age of four score years, the program for this
celebration gave special emphasis to the year the State
Normal School was moved from Baltimore to Towson
thirty years ago.

Members of the class of nineteen sixteen, served as a
committee to make plans for the program and selected
the theme, "Reminiscences and memories of Thirty
Years at Towson."

Dr. Mary Braun, Miss Lillian Rodenhi and Miss
Rhea Kraus, of the Class of 1916, told of traditions
which had their origin in the first year at Towson,
the curriculum of thirty years ago, and the first year
of dormitory living. Rt. Rev. Joseph M. Nelligan,
now rector at the Cathedral in Baltimore, pictured the
grounds on which the college stands, the York Road,
and parts of Towson, as he recalled them before the
Normal School came to Towson. Monsignor Nelligan
had lived with his parents at Glen Esk, in the house
which is now the home of the college president.

President Wiedefeld, who presided, made clear that
the site selected and purchased for the Normal School

— {Continued on page 11)
THE TOWER LIGHT

CROSSED WAVE LENGTHS

PROCTER, ARKANSAS IS SIMILAR TO
many small out-lying communities on the highway
between Memphis and Little Rock. For years before
the highway was constructed it lay quiet and una-
wakened — a mere cross-road in a flat region sur-
rounded by well-tilled cotton fields and muddy, red
clay roads. With the construction of the modern high-
way, many of the citizens of Procter moved their
humble, frame houses closer to the road so they might
observe the passing traffic — the only amusement the
gossipy housewives enjoyed to pass the time from sun-
up to sunset. Some of the few enterprising merchants
moved their stores and small cafes into a single line
along a small stretch of road. To the casual summer
traveler between Memphis and Little Rock, Procter,
Arkansas was no more than a line of small, drab frame
buildings which passed quickly by his speeding eye as
he hurried on to the city.

Back from the highway and up a small, red dirt
road was the neat and clean home of Sibyl Hughes.
She had lived in Procter all of her life — a span of some
fifty-five years — and left her house only to buy some
groceries at Sol Horseman's General Store on the high-
way or to attend the Sunday services, morning and
night, at the small Methodist Church, a country block
away from her home. For it was in this church that
her father had had his "funeral sed" when she was just
a girl, and at whose altar she had "got religion" dur-
ing one of the old-fashioned revivals which swept the
country-side a few years after his death. Sibyl had
lived alone by the side of the narrow, red dirt road all
of her life. She seldom appeared at a neighbors home;
and whether by choice or by purpose (no one knew),
she did not even amuse herself with the playful gossip
of the wives of the village. In fact, Sibyl Hughes led
to all outward eyes a solitary but exemplary life — an
example to all of the young girls of Procter, Arkansas.

For years, Sibyl's only amusement was the radio —
a small powerful model for which she had saved many
months before she ordered it from the mail order house
in Memphis and which now occupied a prominent, al-
most sacred place in her tidy living room. Though she
followed daily the morning programs broadcast from
Memphis and enjoyed the serial dramas the most,
there was one afternoon program she never missed.
This program she accidentally discovered on a Sunday
afternoon following a very emotional and soul-stirring
message on heaven delivered by the local Methodist
parson. And it was by accident because in a moment
of religious elation, she turned her radio dial away
JANUARY • 1946

from its usual Memphis wave-length and caught a
station to which she had never listened before. Such a
wonderful program it was! Never before had Sibyl
Hughes heard such wonderful music and such beauti-
ful voices. Every succeeding Sunday afternoon saw
Sibyl listening enraptured to her two o'clock concert.
Though she mentioned the program rather guardedly
to Sol Horseman one morning, he never was able to
tune in on the concert; and on one Sunday afternoon
she almost abruptly pushed poor Mrs. Thomas out of
the house because Mrs. Thomas interrupted her dur-
ing the time she was listening to her glorious concert.
Mrs. Thomas just shook her head, trudged back to her
home along the red dirt road, and muttered to her-
self, "Sibly shouldn't listen to that radio so much —
she shoulda married years ago."

On one Sunday afternoon shortly after our story
began, Sibly returned from church and expectantly
waited for her concert program to begin. She dialed to
the 1200 cycle on which it usually appeared and sat
down to enjoy the heavenly music — but no music and
no beautiful voices greeted her accustomed ear. In its
place a Memphis announcer commented on the news
of the day and played a few disagreeable records
to pass the time away. Try as she would Sibyl
could not find this wonderful program; so after con-
siderable turning and twisting of the dial, she turned
disgustedly to the tasks of preparing her Sunday din-
ner and resolved to make her first visit to Memphis
the following day.

John Lindsey, the manager of Memphis station,
WMC, was busily looking over his morning mail and
studying the radio programs for the week, when his
secretary walked into his modern office and an-
nounced an early visitor, for he didn't expect anyone
to confer with him at 8:30 in the morning. "You say
her name is Sibyl Hughes from Procter, Arkansas?"
he inquired of his secretary. "All right, show her in."

Sibyl entered without hestitation — in fact, with
some abruptness that rather puzzled Mr. Lindsey.
She refused his offer of a chair and walked straight to
the side of his long mahogany desk. Before he could
inquire of her the business for which she had come,
Sibyl demanded curtly, "Mr. Lindsey, I have come to
take your position."

Now John Lindsey was a business man accustomed
to logical business dealings. He knew some of the
peculiarities of human nature for he had from time to
time found it necessary to assuage the sensitive feel-

(Continued on page 12)

1918-1945 — {Continued from page 1)
the student government organization and from a
strong teaching staff. Many that we love have left us.
To them our hearts reach out in fond memories and
devotion. Many that we love have come to us. We ap-
preciate their fine adjustments and contributions.
They are helping us to meet with hope and eagerness a
new world still in its birth throes. What the future
holds for teachers and in particular, for our college, no
one knows. But we do know that we shall take our
place courageously and forcefully in that brave new
world.

So here we are, in spite of the changes and material
growths of twenty-seven years, still very much the
same. We are still bubbling with enthusiasm, alert for
the new, consumed with curiosity, surcharged with
energy and eager for work. In fact we are still in our
late teens. Sixteen to twenty we were those many
years ago and sixteen to twenty we still are. Sixteen
to twenty we shall always be. By what alchemy does
time stand still. Ponce de Leon spent his whole life
in search of the Fountain of Youth. But we, who teach
at the State Teachers College, have found it here with-
in our doors, and may drink each day at the fountain
head.

Helen Stapleton.

RECONVERSION ON THE CAMPUS

— {Continued from page 2)
The very presence of such a fine, large class suggests
that enrollment abnormalities are rapidly coming to an
end. The quality of the class membership gives
further cause for hope. The frankness and confidence
with which the freshmen attack their individual pro-
blems, the presence of many promising leaders, and the
ease with which the freshmen meet their social obliga-
tions all offer indications of a class which will make its
presence felt in the years to come.

No one is more eager to see a rich and colorful
student life than the members of our faculty. They
are eager and willing to help but it is not in their
power to give esprit de corps, the pleasures of good
fellowship or the satisfactions of harmonious group
living. In these things the students themselves must
take the initiative. More power to them !

More from Other Colleges

ITEM FROM THE NASHVILLE (TENN.)
Banner October 31, 1945: "There never was such
a week at Ward Belmont School, as students will
joyously admit and school officials will wearily sigh.
For, in order to meet the $21,000 goal set up for the
Victory Loan all precedent was cast to the winds".

All positions on the administrative staff were turned
over to student Bond buyers for a week. Most daring
of all, men students were enrolled for a week by the
President pro tempore!

Radios blared in the library: girls smoked in re-
stricted areas, wore shorts and bluejeans to classes.
But the results ($11,000 toward the school goal) were
worth it, according to students and faculty members.

Answers to- — How Well

Do You Know Your Faculty?

— {Continued from page 7)
If you make a score of 28, you must be a genius;
25-27 is excellent; 20-25, good; below 20, you need to
know the faculty better.

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22— h

23— x

24— a

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26— b

27— r

28— w

29— k

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Harold Moser.

War Bond News

Northern State Teachers College, Aberdeen, South
Dakota rallied local merchants, the radio station, and
student poster artists to put over a home-talent show
for the Loan. Majorettes from the college collected
pledges, sold Bonds during intermission.

THE TOWER LIGHT

WE REMEMBER READING

— (Continued from page 5)

Roll Out The Barrel. Clarice Bersch learned
her letters at home on an alphabet barrel. She turned
the handle and named the letter as it rolled into view.
From her first grade reader she remembers this page,
"This is Spot. She is my cat." Her favorite picture
book was Stanley and Livingston in Africa. Whether
the barrel method was responsible or not we do not
know, but before she was nine years old she was read-
ing and enjoying Dickens.

A Realistic Reminiscence. Curt Walther re-
members that in the first grade he was called an ex-
cellent reader, but he says it was due to a good
memory. He is convinced that he didn't really learn
to read (to attach words and meanings) until he was in
the third grade! He had great ability in reading from
his primer "with expression" which he achieved by
looking at the page and reciting its contents from
memory. The first page said "Fanny has a fan. Can
Fanny fan Dan? Fanny can fan Dan." It is not sur-
prising that with this start he became a reading fan!

The Solution. Now we know why Mary Betty
Roach likes mystery stories so well. Flask-backs on her
earliest reading activities reveal a precocious apprecia-
tion of all nursery rhymes, particularly Who Killed
Cock Robin? "Ding Dong Dell, Pussy's in the Well,
Who put her in?" (but Mary Betty aged five knew
who did it). And don't think she didn't know who was
going to sit down beside Little Miss Muffet on her
turret, or what Old Mother Hubbard would find in her
cupboard, and why the dish ran away with the spoon!

Rocking Chair Method. Helen Stapleton learned
to read when she was very young. She sat on the arm
of her great aunt Mary's rocking chair and followed
the lines as she listened to the charming stories of
Kitty and Lulu. She was tutored at home and did not
attend a public school until she was ten years of age.
She was entered in the 5th. grade, but completed both
5th. and 6th. grades during that year. In the living
room of her home were long book shelves of Dickens,
Thackery, Irving, and Cooper. Before she was twelve
years old, she had read across these shelves!

Between Two Dames. We are not surprised to
note the scholarly reading of Harold Moser today
when we consider the impetus he received from his
first grade teacher. His first grade classroom was
equipped with double desks and benches — each occu-
JANUARY • 1946

pied by two girls or two boys. His teacher had an
ingenius method of punishing inattentive boys. When
one let his mind and eyes wander from his reader, he
had to "sit with a girl." One time little Harold was
particularly inattentive, so she doubled the punish-
ment by making him sit between two girls! He says he
utterly collapsed but after that day, he had no diffi-
culty in concentrating on his work.

Found Fun In Phonics. Eunice Crabtree had
learned to read before she attended school, but not
according to the sound-it-out and say-it method,
which she found her first grade teacher using. In a
short time she caught on; then she waited for a choice
opportunity to display her new knowledge. Her great
moment came in a demonstration lesson of the phonetic
method. After much waving of the hand, she was
called on. She rose to her feet and distinctly sounded
out "p-i-g" and then said "hog"! At the close of the
day the teacher and principal asked her to read to
them from some second grade books. What we wonder
is whether her creative phonics caused her to be moved
up a grade or whether she was wise in choosing her
chance for humor.

Eunice K. Crabtree.

FOUNDER'S DAY

-(Continued from page 8)

was composed of several estates, The Nelligan property
was on the north and extended to the York Road.
South of the Nelligan estate was the Allen property
which had as its residence the building that the college
named "The Cottage." The land where the Admin-
istration Building now stands and the surrounding
campus were fields of this estate. Smaller tracts to
the West near the railroad tracks came from the
Sheppard Pratt Hospital and the Bosley estate. A
roadside tavern, called the Six-Mile House, occupied
the southeast corner of the site.

After the exercises in the Auditorium tea was served
to the guests and faculty in the President's offices.
Members of the Class of 1916 who acted as hostesses
were Miss Irma Cromwell, president of the class of
1916, Mrs. Ada Cunningham Horst, Mrs. Dora Will
Knierim, Mrs. Ruth Wright Miller, Mrs. Helen
Steever Rau, and Miss Evelyn Ditman.

Dr. Anita S. Dowell.

CROSSED WAVE LENGTHS

— (Continued from page 9)
ings of some of his radio artists, but never before had
anyone entered his office and demanded of him his
position. Startled at first by Sibyl's earnestness and
then curious about the little woman who stood so
straight in front of him, he replied, "But Miss Hughes,
I am manager here. No one can demand my job."

Sibyl did not move one wrinkle in her small worn
face or budge one inch from her position. In just as
definite a tone, she answered, "If you don't let me take
your position, I'm goin' to sue you!"

By this time the manager's curiosity about Sibyl's
mission had overcome his surprise. When his secretary
looked into his office, he waved her away and inquired
of his visitor, "Please tell me, Miss Hughes, why you
are going to sue me."

Sibyl moved to one side of the manager's desk and
in just as earnest a tone as she had first used, she ex-
claimed, "Because, Mr. Lindsey, you cannot control
the wave-length of your radio station. Yesterday
afternoon you moved your wave-length into my
favorite radio station and cut off the program of
beautiful angel voices which I hear every Sunday
afternoon at two o'clock."

The manager's first reaction to Sibyl's reply was con-
trolled by the stern appearance of his morning visitor
from Procter. Though a surge of laughter suffused
him, he allowed only a small smile to cut across his
face. Realizing the nature of his present situation and
at last able to understand wny he had been confronted
by so strange a demand, he proceeded to explain to
Sibyl Hughes, as best he could, how impossible it was
for the wave-length of Station WMC to cross the
wave-length of the program with the angel voices.

Sibyl listened attentively but without changing her
erect position. She nodded from time to time and
allowed the manager to complete his explanation.
Finally she stepped toward the office door and said,
"Very well, Mr. Lindsey. I can understand how the
situation was yesterday. But do you promise me that
you will never again allow your wave-length to cross
my radio program?"

He looked at the small intent woman outlined in the
doorway, and in his most serious manner, he replied,
"I do."

Sibyl Hughes returned to Procter as quietly as she
had left it. Her curious neighbors inquired about her
trip but they never learned the cause or the nature of
it. She still enjoys the concert of angel voices at two
o'clock on every Sunday afternoon, though even now,
12

at every four or five months interval, she makes a trip
to Memphis to caution Mr. Lindsey about the
crossed wave-length of Radio Station WMC.

Arthur W. Brewington.

Victory Loan News

LEAD STORY IN A CURRENT ASSOCIATED
Collegiate Press Review is by Phyllis Barry, City
Editor of the Los Angeles City College Collegian, which
last year won the Treasury award for outstanding
college Bond juournalism.

"Written into the editorial policy of the Los Angeles
Collegian", Miss Barry says, "is the aim to serve
student and community enterprise to a full and satis-
factory extent. It was the efforts of the students con-
centrated on this policy which won for us the Treasury
Press award."

The Victory Loan at CCLA was inaugurated with a
special Bond issue, complete with stories of the Victory
Bond activities of every club, organization and group
on campus. In addition to complete activity coverage
this issue was stuffed with Bond applications.

Evidence that other colleges have decided upon the
same policy of service to community and student
interests is seen in other editorials by college editors.

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Welcome To Our New Students

THE TOWER LIGHT, AS THE "VOICE" OF
the students and faculty of S. T. C. most heartily
welcomes the newest members of the student body. To
those of you who are here for the first time, we say,
we hope you will enjoy your stay here at Towson and
will become active in our various activities. To those
of you who are returning to resume your studies here,
we say, we're glad you're back. We've missed you and
are looking forward to your participation in the many
phases of our college life.

If things seem strange and different don't hesitate
to question "why" or "how". There may or may not
be a logical reason. Nevertheless, we want your sug-
gestions and need your help in getting our Alma Mater
on apost-war footing. This is your school, now, so join in
and let'sall help to improveand build. Welcome to youall!

Challenge

FEBRUARY

1946

WHETHER WE FIND IT IN A MANILA
valentine, a blushing "I do", a winning smile, or
a friendly nod ; there is romance in life. That we cannot
deny. But have we in this fast-moving generation
forgotten that youth has a premium on romance? Or
better still, do we put this romance into our daily lives?
Romance, then, particularly the romance of little
things, is a challenge of youth.

The "romance of little things" is a very inclusive
topic to be sure. It includes such things as disposition,
attitude, and all those small acts of kindness which we
do for others as "we would have done unto ourselves."
What is more unromantic than a long, unsmiling (and
unbecoming) face, whether the day is gloomy or not?
Is there anything that can be said in favor of the "oh,
what's the use" or "it's not worth the effort" type of
peison? These are so unromantic as to be almost
revolting. And what of those who "look the other
way," or just "don't see," or "haven't the time" when
an opportunity to be kind and helpful, though tangibly
unrewarded, presents itself?

Cheerfulness, optimism, kindness, helpfulness —
these should certainly be written into our code for
youth. Search for lomance along these highways and
we will surely find it. Watch the sparkle in the eyes of
an elder who has lived to the full in youth as he re-
counts, "Now, when I was young . . .". Here we have
visual proof of the effectiveness of our code for youth.
What further proof do we need? Let us energetically
accept this challenge of youth — to find the romance in
little things. And when we no longer claim youth as
ours, let us remember that whereas youth is romance,
the reverse is likewise true. Romance is always young.

STUDENT NEWS EXCHANGE

THE EASTERN STATES ASSOCIATION OF
Professional Schools for Teachers will hold its
annual spring conference March 14 and 15, 1946, in
New York City at the Hotel Commodore. Students as
well as faculty members of the teachers colleges in the
eastern states will attend the meetings.

The conference as now planned will open with a
faculty luncheon on Thursday, March 14, at 12 noon.
Small group meetings for faculty members will be held
that afternoon and the following morning.

The student discussion groups will start at 2 P. M.,
Thursday and will continue through that afternoon
and Friday morning. The program for these meetings
is being arranged by a student-faculty committee
under the chairmanship of Dr. Roland Will of New
Paltz, N. Y. Dr. Will has announced that his com-
mittee is endeavoring to select problems for discussion
which are most challenging and interesting to present
day college students. Working with Dr. Will on his
committee are: Dr. Grace Taylor, Jersey City, N. J.;
Dean Ruth Haas, Danbury, Connecticut; Florence
Braemer, Jersey City, N. J.; Joan C. Goetz, New
Paltz, N. Y. ; and Claire Kelley, Danbury, Conn.

The high spot of the conference will be the general
luncheon for students and faculty Friday noon, March
15. An eminent speaker is being sought for this oc-
casion, and the a cappella choir of the State Teachers
College, Trenton, N. J., will furnish music for the
luncheon.

Owing to the war, there was no meeting of the
association in 1945; it was only after assurances from
the ODT that the ban on conventions was completely
lemoved that the board of control of the association
considered holding the 1946 spring conference. The
Board urges that students and faculty members make
hotel reservations for the conference at once; for al-
though demands on hotels are easing to some extent,
it is still practically impossible to obtain rooms without
reserving them far in advance.

The Eastern States Association of Professional
Schools for Teachers is the only large professional
association in which students paiticipate extensively
in the meetings. Students have always had a large
share in the activities of the association, and this year
there were student delegates present at the October
meeting of the Board of Control when the plans were
made for the coming spring conference. This is the
first time that joint meeting of undergraduates and
faculty members has enabled the students to take part
in conference plans from the beginning. The student
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representatives of the Board of Control in October
were;

Pearl Puska, President of School Government Co-
operative Association, State Teachers College, Willi-
mantic, Conn.

Margaret McCarthy, student, University of Dela-
ware, Newark, Delaware.

Anne Lippincott, student representative, Wilson
Teachers College, Washington, D. C.

Frances E. Proter, student, State Teachers College,
Farmington, Maine.

Shirley E. Butler, student, Coppin Teachers College,
Baltimore, Md.

Florence E. Braemer, President of Psychology Club,
State Teachers College, Jersey City, N. J.

Joan C. Goetz, President of Student Council, State
Teachers College, New Paltz, N. Y.

Marie C. Thorpe, student, R. I. College of Educa-
tion, Providence, R. I.

On Thursday, March 14, from 2 to 5:30 p. m. four
panels will explore student problems. The discussions
will be conducted entirely by the students attending
and will cover these aspects of student life :

1. Problem of Student Government: A comparison
of various types of student government organizations;
membership; faculty supervision; control; fields of
influence.

2. Curricular Needs and Interest of Students:
Needs for curricular revision ; value of courses ; choices
of electives; correlation of methods courses; comparison
of practice teaching hours.

3. Student Publications: Financial allotments; fac-
ulty supervision ; size and frequence of publications.

4. Extra-Curricular Activities : Fields of interest and
regulations; choice; eligibility for membership; dues;
number in which the individual can partake; spirit
prevailing.

On Friday, March 15, 9 to 11:30 a. m. panel dis-
cussions will be conducted with faculty members
acting as moderators and students participating. The
scheduled topics are:

1. Science and Human Understanding: How do
biology and psychology affect human understanding?
What effect will new scientific discoveries have upon
society? How have scientific methods in education
revealed new ideas to us? (Continued on page 8)

THE TOWER LIGHT

G.I. COLUMN

—POETRY CORNER

WE WERE ALL VERY HAPPY TO HAVE A
few of our service men and women back for a
visit last month.

Among our welcomed guests were:
Kenneth Martin who, although he has no idea what

his future assignment will be, is going back to New

Jersey sub-camp of Camp Monmouth for several

weeks.
Quinton D. Thompson who reports to Washington,

D. C. after a well deserved thirty day leave.
Evelyn Medicus, stationed at the Nation's Capital at

the present time, but who expects to be a civilian

in February.

Those who have been fortunate enough to don
civies again are:
John Gwynn who was discharged November 11th from

Bainbridge.
Isaac Schloven, discharged November 12th from Ft.

Meade.
William J. Raft who received his discharge from

some place in Texas, December 14 th.

Good news for you men (and girls, too) of S. T. C.
We hope to have at least four ex-service men in our
midst in February! ....

Dallas Smith, Edward Clopper, James O'Connor,
and David Carthwarte. We'll certainly be looking
forward to the new additions. Also returning to us in
February will be Dorothy Farmer. Welcome back to
Towson !

Furstenfeldbruck, Germany — S./Sgt John A.
Schmid, whose parents reside at 6406 Old Harford
Road, Baltimore, Maryland, is now at the Army Air
Forces (European Theater) Reinforcement Depot,
which was recently moved here from Chateau Thierry,
France.

While he is at this post, situated near Munich in the
heart of a picturesque Bavarian forest, S./Sgt. Schmid
will have an opportunity to enjoy the famous scenery
and the superb winter sports facilities which has made
this region famous throughout the world. Within easy
driving distance is Garmisch-Parten-kirchen, site of
the 1936 Winter Sports Olympics, now converted into
a luxurious Army rest center.

As soon as conditions permit, tours to Berchtes-
gaden, Salsburg, Dachau and other points of interest
will be inaugurated. Available, too, will be ample
furlough and leave allotments to Switzerland, Paris,
Brussels, and England, according to the policy of ex-
panded educational and recieational facilities recently
announced by Col. Malcolm N. Stewart, commanding
officer. {Continued on page 8)

FEBRUARY • 1946

They told me you were gone,

never to return.
They said that ther'd be pain at first,

then emptiness, and finally, forgetting.
But they didn't know.
You are much closer now you're gone;

my dear —
Your presence is constantly with me.
You smile when the wind crinkles the

autumn wheat;
Your laugher is the rushing brook;
The pulsing color of an August sunset

is the beating heart of you ;
The deep pool is the calm soul of you.
If I could but tell them there is no pain,

no emptiness, no forgetting; for,
I shall have you with me always now,

my dear.

Anonymous.

Women !

This reaching for the moon's no fun,
Why can't we be contented
With those who have loved us long and well,
And let them go unlamented?

The adage of the bird in hand

Fits in this story neatly,

But we find ourselves firmly convinced

That birds in the bush sing more sweetly.

Bernice Shugar.

Press Release from:

Boston University Social Studies
Students Hear
Maryland Educator

The Boston University social studies luncheon at the
school of education January 9, 1946 featured Dr.
William H. Hartley of the State Teacher's College,
Towson, Md., as guest speaker. Dr. Hartley who
spoke on the topic of social studies, is a regular depart-
ment contributor to the monthly magazine "Social
Education" of the National Council for the Social
Studies, and is editor of the 1946 yearbook of the
National Council on Audio-Visual Aids.

LITERARY

Homecoming

I HAD BEEN TRYING TO FINISH THE OTHER
sleeve of the soft pink sweater which I had been
knitting for a little friend all evening, but each stitch
I had taken had tended to carry me deeper and deeper
into my own thoughts of the difficult problem I was
facing.

Trudy and Bishop had been sitting on the sofa since
an early dinner laughing and enjoying each other's
company as though they were the only two in the
living room. They had been married for nearly three
years but however, it appeared as though they were
still on their honeymoon. While I was sitting by the
merrily crackling fire knitting they were sharing an
album Trudy and I had kept while Bishop had been
away. The album was an old one and one in which the
first few pages had been filled with pictures and clip-
pings of Bishop when he was just a boy. Occasionally,
between the laughter and remarks, there was a brief
kiss and a warm embrace.

I had been sitting in the living room for nearly an
hour noticing Bishop and Trudy quite often. While
knitting I was remembering this was the way they had
always been, happy and apparently undisturbed by
worry or trouble. Although the last year had been a
difficult one for him, this fact had been concealed from
the very first of his return. Tonight I saw him as the
same sandy haired boy I had spanked not once, but
many times for "borrowing" cookies from my cookie
jar. Still very handsome, still very youthful with his
warm brown eyes. He had returned, it seemed, un-
changed. Bishop, himself, gave this appearance, but
in my heart a different story was concealed.

I saw my son tonight as he looked the early Sunday
morning when I had sat amidst a quiet congregation
with a lump in my throat because of him. He was very
happy that morning and I was very proud of him in
spite of the one obvious reason why I should not have
been. He was the handsomest of the eight small boys
with whom he was making his First Communion but
the only one who was facing the priest for the first time
with a small black eye. I hadn't felt ashamed of my
son because to me protecting his little friend was a
credit to him. I knew that morning that he was a real
boy. I knew that, although outward appearance sug-
gested an entirely different story, he was just as
fine a little boy before he received God into his own
heart as he was that morning when he innocently left
the Communion Rail. Tonight the swollen eye had
disappeared but that same warm smile was on his face.

My rocker was next to the sofa so voluntarily my
eyes crept silently across the page. Trudy was es-
pecially enjoying the album. The clipping her eyes
were now resting upon was one from our local paper.
Its heading was 'Young Parks Receives Award".
This was one of her favorite clippings in the album for
she was very proud of her husband. The award had
been given that year for the most outstanding senior
of thirty-eight at The Ren Heights High School. Be-
cause of his superior skill and eager participation on
the athletic field the award had been given to Bishop.
Now glancing at his broad shoulders I heard again the
hearty yells of his friends as they had often cheered
him on for more touchdowns. Again I turned toward
Bishop to feel the presence of the youth I had loved
so well.

I stopped rocking long enough to untangle the pink
yarn which had strayed noiselessly under and around
my rocker. The wrapped yarn seemed to leveal the
network of my wandering thoughts. My yarn became
untangled and I began to work again not with the soft
wool but with my inner thoughts.

Trudy and Bishop were halfway through the album
now and the pictures, the cards were all of a recent
date. No longer was it necessary for me to glance
toward the album to know just how far along the path
of reminiscence they had come, for I had gone through
this particular part of the book many times. I thought
I knew exactly where each card and clipping had been
pasted.

The telegrams, the birthday cards, the Christmas
cards had all been pasted neatly in the album just as
they had been received from Bishop. Trudy was now
reading each of the cards aloud. But I was recalling
what Father O'Neal had once told me while Bishop
was away. When telling him of a telegram I had re-
ceived from Bishop saying that he was doing wonders
for the Army, the good Father had chuckled rather
loudly in his friendly Irish way and remarked most
sincerely, "A fine son you have, Mrs. Parks. With
spirit such as your son's God will surely see him
through." I had been grateful for the Father's re-
assurance but he had only said out loud what I had
always felt in my heart. Bishop wasn't any other type
of person than the one who would meet the challenge,
conquer it, and return safely home.

In thinking about his return I would always re-
member the very cold day when he was just a boy that
he had gone to the nearby woods with some little
friends to gather holly and running cedar for their

(Continued on page S)
THE TOWER LIGHT

PROFESSIONAL

FEBRUARY HAS COME AND THE SOPHO-
more psychology classes have finished, technically,
iheir course. Actually, they are just beginning to get
into it.

They are the members of the class, you will remem-
ber, who temporarily discarded their text books last
October in favor of studying the children themselves.

The Child Study group that met here last October
and brought the idea to us, met again over the 17th
and 18th of January to observe the progress made by
the group.

Dr. Prescott, who was here in October was not able
to attend these meetings but Miss Mershou and her
assistants, Miss Winn and Mr. Schulfelt were here to
take charge.

In presenting the work to the group, one of the
folders was chosen at random and the observations
were read to the conference. The group was satisfied
with the reports in that they believed the student in
question was profiting by and learning something as
a result of her study.

Of course the whole class can't be judged by one
set of reports. But if the record read was typical of the
work being done, the project may be termed as on the
way to becoming a success.

Feeling among the students in the project runs
anywhere from one of satisfaction to the feeling that
more could be gotten from a continuous study of a
text book.

At any rate, the students are getting out of the
course only what they put into it and many are getting
varying results — according to the child they observe,
and the grade the child is in.

Now that the weekly scheduled classes are over the
students will have to rely on a text for any information
they gather after watching the child.

It will be interesting to see just how far the students
can go in this project and how much they will get out
of it.

Next Month

ON OUR SCHEDULE FOR MARCH IS THE
Sophomore issue, with the majority of the articles
and columns being handled by members of that class.
This is the second in our series of class editions, the
first being our Freshman edition in October. Next on
the list of class issues is the Junior issue, to come out
in April.

Help make your year's edition the best possible!
FEBRUARY • 1946

The Old Gives Way

SOME VERY WISE GENTLEMAN AT SOME
momentous time or another made this profund
and simple statement, "It's time for a change." The
time has come and we here have made changes. The
new year has been with us for over a month now, with
much discussion of ballots, times of voting and final
election returns. Just as the old year has given way to
the new, so the retiring officers of all the organizations
of the college have stepped aside for their newly
elected successors. Now, fortified with the hope of a
new and successful year ahead, we face 1946 with this
group of capable and willing leaders.

Student Government Association Officers
President: Betty Townshend
Vice President: Peggy Crump
Secretary: Janice Carico
Treasurer: Don Hammerman

Athletic Association Officers
President: To be elected
Vice President: Shirley Zimmerman
Secretary: Mary Caples
Treasurer: Arelyn Thomas

Senior Class Officers

President: Doris Gutmann

Vice President: Elizabeth Rost

Secretary: Dorothy Ecker

Treasurer: Lorraine Diefenbach

Day Social Chairman : Mary Gold

Dorm Social Chairman: Kay Koenig

S.G.A. Representative: Barbara Whitehurst

Junior Class Officers

President: Etta Jane Murray

Vice President: Loretta Schulte

Secretary: Ruth Cronhardt

Treasurer: Coryne Harmison

Day Social Chairman : Helen Nitkoski

Dorm Social Chairman : Doris Spurrier

S.G.A. Representative: Charlotte Diener

Sophomore Class Officers
President: Doris Miller
Vice President: Anna Mae Kerber
Secretary: Ilia Leonard
Treasurer: Ruth DeHoff
Day Social Chairman: Sara MacFadden
Dorm Social Chairman : Betty Spruill
S.G.A. Representative: Mary Belle Cox

{Continued on page 6)

SPORTS

DID YOU WONDER IF WE HAD SUCH A
thing as boys athletics around our campus? Maybe
you thought we didn't till Tuesday January 8, when
we saw our boys challenge Sparks High School in a
basketball game. The first quarter seemed a little one-
sided and the feeling was common among many stu-
dents. Since it was the first game, we realized they
needed to get used to playing with other boys. Yells,
cheers, filled the gym with the spirit of victory for our
team. The next quarter our boys were shooting them
high and shooting them low, the boys had found their
positions on the floor and were working as a team.
The remaining game was more exciting and the boys
were "in the game" fighting to win. Things happened
in the game you have never seen happen before, ask
any member of the team for further details.

Wonderfully played game, Don, Carl, Presley,
Keith, and Merrill! Keep up the good work, and by
the end of the season you'll come out on top.

Up to this point no girls games have been played
because other colleges did not begin basketball as
early as we did.

Games will be played in February and the prospects
look good for a Varsity and Junior Varsity teams.

Badminton will be played again next semester and
games with other schools will be scheduled. If anyone
is still interested in basketball or badminton come over
to the gym on the days these activities are scheduled.
Sign up to come a certain day and time, and come then.

Come over to the gym either to play or as a spec-
tator. We need both, so make all the games a date
with your classmates.

How to Stay Young

YOUTH IS NOT A TIME OF LIFE— IT IS A
state of mind. Nobody grows old by merely living
a number of years; people grow old only by deserting
their ideals. Years wrinkle the skin, but to give up
enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, doubt, self
distrust, fear and despair — these are the long, long
years that bow the head and turn the growing spirit
back to dust.

Whether seventy or sixteen, there is in every being's
heart the love of wonder, the sweet amazement at the
stars and the star-like things and thoughts, the un-
daunted challenge of events, the unfailing childlike
appetite for what next, and the joy and the game of life.

You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt ;
as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear;
as young as your hope, as old as your despair.

Floorcraft.

Third Finger — Left Hand

lEING A SERVANT TO THE T.L.; I, A CON-

tributing editor, have to inform you of the follow-
ing "encounters in battle".

From now on Miss Betty Hutchinson will occupy
the time and attention of Mr. Robert Jones.

Miss Katherine Schmidt has assumed an obligation
to Corporal James Bracken.

Miss Linda Horner will be pledged and bound by
contract to Ensign Frank D. Harmer, Jr., USN.

Miss Marjorie Carrier has entered a conflict with
Mr. Leroy Carter.

Miss Betty Hoffacker has become attached to a
young "Mystery Man". She won't give me his name,
but we'll hear about the permanent partnership a
little later on.

I looked high and low for more "encounters in
battle" but could find no more. It seems to be a very
touchy business. Who knows, I may get in it someday
myself!

Mary Lou Wallace.

THE OLD GIVES WAY

— (Continued from page 5)
Freshman Class Officers

President: Ann Clotworthy

Vice President: Margaret Stauffer

Secretary: Virginia Spaulding

Treasurer: Louise Carrol

Day Social Chairman : Hilda Martin

Dorm Social Chairman: Mary Anne O'Donnell

S.G.A. Representative.: Evelyn Sylvester

Those Men!

IN SPRING WHAT IS IT THAT A YOUNG
man's fancy turns to? Fishin' — natcherly!
With the approach of Valentines Day, which pre-
cedes spring, natcherly a young man's fancy turns to
fishin'. Many are the joys to be gotten from a day
spent in fishin'. One may meditate of the trials and
tribulations of going to college. Yes, a man needs to
go fishin' every once in awhile. It is a balm to his
study-weary mind. Far away from all text books, and
women; with a line in hand, a man finds peace — quiet,
soothing peace. Napoleon, the Mesozoic Age and the
five seven chord are pleasantly shoved out of ones
mind. The sun beams down warm, and comfortably
on the still water, and the still line. A man is indeed at
peace — fishin'. And what's more — a man might even
catch ... a fish — fishin'.

THE TOWER LIGHT

College News from Abroad

NEWS RELEASE NORWEGIAN STUDENTS

THE GREAT INFLUX OF G.I.'S INTO AMER-
ican universities can be matched throughout
Europe where reopened universities in the liberated
lands are experiencing unprecedented enrollments,
according to word received from the World Student
Service Fund headquarters. The great University of
Oslo in Norway is given as an example.

Oslo's six thousand students are more than double
the pre-war enrollment. These students come from
two groups, the veterans of resistance, captivity, or
deportation, and the newcomers from high schools.
Those from the underground "emerge from their cov-
ers restless and with worn down nerves, unfit for im-
mediate studies," due to frightful privations and
dangers.

One-half of these students cannot find lodgings and
are sleeping on cots in the gymnasiums of schools in
the city. Most of the students lack good shoes and
clothing. Study books in foreign languages are greatly
needed.

There is a great shortage of teachers and classes are
unduly large. Doctors and dentists are needed in great
numbers but there are inadequate laboratory and
clinical facilities for the training of medical and dental
students. Many students desire to study abroad in the
difficult post-war years.

Eighty Norwegian students have come recently to
the United States to study. Thirty of these have
scholarships secured through the Institute of Inter-
national Education in the following institutions:
Bowdoin, Bryn Mawr, Bucknell, California, Case,
Colgate (2), Dartmouth(2), Illinois Institute of Tech-
nology, New Hampshire(3), Pennsylvania, Purdue(2),
Radcliffe, Rockford, St. Olaf, Southern Methodist,
Stevens Institute of Technology, Temple, Williams(3),
Wisconsin(2).

FROM CHINA

Preliminary reports show that the buildings of
Ginling College in Nanking are intact but that the
furnishings and equipment of the classrooms, dorm-
itories, and faculty residences have been confiscated.
One-half of the volumes in the library have been re-
covered. A middle school is using the buildings until
the faculty and students return from their temporary
campus at Chengtu. Lignan University in Canton
and Hangchow College have been found to be quite
undamaged. Yenching University has reopened on
the Peiping campus for freshman and preparatory
students.
FEBRUARY • 1946

Students and professors in the ninety evacuated
universities and colleges continue their labors under
great privations in improvised quarters, without ade-
quate food, shelter, clothing, warmth, light, books,
and laboratory equipment.

STUDENT CONDITIONS IN POLAND

"The fierce desire of Polish students to study" is
attested to by the fact that 100,000 applied for ad-
mission to reopened universities in liberated Poland,
Dr. Douglas V. Steere, Professor of Philosophy at
Haverford College, told officers of the World Student
Service Fund, after a recent ten-day trip in Poland on
behalf of the American Friends Service Committee.

Thirty thousand only could be accepted in the
universities, some of which have been badly devasted.
Nine thousand of these students are attending classes
in the University of Warsaw in improvised classrooms
all over the city, because the old city was ninety-five
percent destroyed. These students live in cellars, huts,
and dugouts, in a ravaged city congested with nearly
400,000 people who are without food, fuel or warm
clothing.

Forty percent of the Warsaw students have re-
turned from prisoner of war camps, concentration
camps, or from compulsory labor in Germany, where
thirty-five percent of them contracted tuberculosis,
which is, however, only ten percent more than the
general average of tubercular students in Poland, in-
duced by under-nourishment and privation. More
than sixty percent of the Warsaw professors lost their
lives.

Professors are badly underpaid and are lucky to
have one shabby suit each. The state is making con-
tributions to the establishment of crude student
centers and student feeding, but at present is unable
to do more than to give a bowl of soup a day to every
student and professor.

The universities have all reopened and two new in-
stitutions have been created, the Marie-Curie-Sla-
dowska University at Lublin and the Cracow Poly-
technical School. The University of Lwow has been
moved to Breslau, now named Wroclaw. The Uni-
versity of Cracow, founded in 1364, was virtually un-
damaged, but its entire faculty of 180 was thrown into
concentration camps in 1939, where many died.

"The hunger for fellowship with American and Eng-
lish students is terriffic," concluded Professor Steere.
Great numbers are learning English. This hunger for
a resumed and intensified student fellowship is univer-
sal among the students of Europe who have been iso-
lated for so long from other student communities and
from recent advances in scholarship and science.

HOMECOMING — {Continued from page 4)
teacher, for a Christmas celebration. I hadn't been
too anxious about letting him go, but with his per-
suasive talk he soon left me standing at the living room
window watching them on their way. An hour passed,
after our regular dinner time and Bishop did not come
home. I had just started down our walk when I met
him coming through the gate smelling of running
cedar. Completely innocent of the worry he had
caused he apologized in his cleverly childish manner
and told me of their taking a wrong path. That night,
just before he went to bed he asked me never to worry
about his finding the way home again. To satisfy him,
I had made the promise and had kept it. I felt after
that night that he could always find home, and so he
had.

Trudy and Bishop were now turning the remaining
pages of the album very slowly. His arm had seemed
to tighten around her shoulders and he was holding
her left hand gently touching her golden wedding
band. I was still knitting on the little sleeve, thinking
about how much enjoyment keeping the cards and the
other things Bishop had sent to Trudy and me had
meant. But that letter! That letter! Would it be put
soon into the album? Then I remembered with a
shock that it was there. I had forgotten that I had
slipped it in between the last few pages of the book
while reading it over one night. Now it was too late
for me to try to help the situation. I realized what
Bishop was carefully unfolding. Unaware of the quick
glances which passed from Trudy to me he began to
read the untold truth. I kept on busily knitting, Trudy
glanced quickly toward the album. He only read for a
few minutes and then looked over to Trudy. "You
knew all the time?" he asked rather quietly. "You
knew what had happened and what the result was,
you know that my time is limited?" Trudy only nodded
her head. When he turned toward me with the same
question on his face I softly said, "Yes, Bishop, we
know." A sigh of relief seemed to come from the very
bottom of his heart. After a brief silence he said,
"The medals which are given in war for bravery and
courage belong rightfully to the brave mothers and
wives such as Trudy and you. You're both fine
soldiers."

I did not tell him I had known for a very long while
that his coming home meant home for maybe a few
days, maybe a few months, maybe a year. Nor did
Trudy tell him that to her the letter had meant the
crowding of all the happiness some people have the
rest of their lives to know into only a limited number
of minutes, nights and days. We only remained silent
and thanked God for the time we had had together,

and for that which still remained. How long the time
would be was unimportant.

With his hand on the cover of the album and Trudy's
hand on the opposite side they closed the album to-
gether. Snuggling just a little closer to each other
they whispered something softly I could not under-
stand. Because they were thinking so intensely of
themselves they seemed to have forgotten I was sitting
there beside them. When they had closed the album
they had barred me from their thoughts and so I be-
came the outsider. But not completely because I
knew their love for each other was so beautiful and
sincere that nothing could ever separate them. I
knew that Bishop's life had been lived so fully and
happily during his twenty five years that there could
be no sadness nor grief now because his time was lim-
ited. I knew so well he had got from life more than
some had gained in twice his twenty five years. I
could not have been Mil Parks if I had felt differently
about my son's life. So, carefully folding the little pink
sweater which I had at last finished for my little friend,
I stayed long enough to put my knitting bag away.
Tip-toeing softly from the room I left my son and
Trudy sitting hand in hand before the brightly burning
fire with only the song of the wind to disturb the night.

Virginia Spalding, Fr. 6

STUDENT NEWS EXCHANGE

— {Continued from page 2)

2. Understanding the Russian People: What is the
social significance of the Russian form of government?
What has Russia contributed to the world's culture?
Why is it vitally significant that we understand the
Russians, particularly at this time?

3. Improving Race Relationships in the United
States Through Education: How can the study of
anthropology help improve race relationships? What
is the importance of environment and intelligence in
this study?

4. Understanding Labor-Management Relation-
ships: What are the present day demands of labor?
How powerful is management? Are strikes justifiable?
Are unions warranted?

Friday noon, March 15, all faculty and students will
meet for a general luncheon, highlighted by speakers
and music.

G. I. COLUMN — {Continued from page 3)

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The Editor Speaks

(In self-defense, of course)
This issue that you now have in hand, dear reading
public, is nothing less than the "SUPREME EFFORT"
of the Sophomore Class. As you eagerly read each re-
markable page, stop to think how much work and
thought was necessary for each contribution.

MARCH • 1946

Marcelle Isabelle, acting as coordinator of her year's
edition, can truthfully say that she is a different woman.
In explanation, I present to you the first of a series of
articles prepared for your reading enjoyment by those
lovable and hard-working Sophomores.

An Expose

I was sprawled languidly on the bed, reading, of all
things, when Marcelle Isabelle came in. "Miss Gross,
you write, I believe," said she with a gleam of fore-
shadowing in each of her big, brown eyes. "Well," I
said, clearing my throat pompously, and rising to a more
dignified position. "Well, Miss Isabelle, I don't wish
to appear-er-conceited or anything, but it so happens
that I am one of those child prodigies who learned to
write in the first grade. Ex-child-prodigy, that is."

The gleam narrowed down to the merest flicker.
"Miss Gross," Marcelle explained, "You misunder-
stand. What I mean is, the sophomores are getting out
the March issue of the Tower Light, and we sort of
thought you might like to dash off an essay or a short
story, or . . ."

"Or a treatise on economic conditions in Hindustan,"
I finished.

"Cease such raillery," replied Miss Isabelle. "Write
something humorous, if need be. Just be sure to write
something, and for Pete's sake, get the darned thing
in by Monday."

"Monday!" I exploded. "Today is Friday already!"
I could feel a frantic note creeping into my voice, and
goose-bumps creeping up my spine. Miss Isabelle smiled
and the gleam returned to the big brown eyes. "Well, I
must hasten on, Ole Sock, see you soon." She bowed
out of the room, skillfully dodging the shoe I hurled in
her direction.

Alone once again, I was panic-stricken. I paced up
and down, I chewed my fingernails. I was desperate.

After a long time, my senses began to function once
again. I would write an expose of Marcelle Isabelle. I
would tell the world how she goes about, forcing help-
less sophomores to grind out articles for sophomore
issues of Tower Light. Gestapo technique, that's what
it was ! In years to come, sophomores everywhere would
look upon me as their champion, their Thomas Paine.
Ah yes ! I would be the first to take up the Cause.

Thus inspired, I went over to my desk, took up my
pen and began to write.

Ruth Gross, Sophomore 2

[Editor's Note: Marcelle! Where did you learn such
barbarious tactics? Hmm?]

This To Thee,

State Teachers College

(Song of Class of 1948)

This to thee, State Teachers College
Thus our voices we raise
Mother of our future knowledge,
Listen — while we sing our praise.
Like the lights of home before us,
Guiding, guarding, watching o'er us,
Grace and beauty are thy prizes,
Fondest mem'ries to share.

Each month, each year,
And each hour we are here,
Will leave a light upon the sky,
And as time goes by
It will never die.

Thanks to thee for friends and friendships,
We have made while here,
May they grow to stronger friendships
With the passing of each year.
With remembrance to our studies,
Teachers, campus, sports and buddies,
Love for thee, our Alma Mater,
Will be constant and true !

Thank You!

That first and fateful day in school,

When we set out to learn of college rule,

And all the wonders of our world explore

We found guidance from the friendly sophomore.

For it was the sophomore who told
Us of the traditions hallowed and old,
Which we were to know as we, too, became
Future exponents of our college's fame.

The sophomore warned us of the pitfalls,
Which we might meet in these scholarly halls,
For the sophomore was the one who knew
All troubles that would make a Freshman blue.

Now that we have taken our place here.
The Class of Forty-nine, that future happy year,
We, the Freshman, from a collective heart
Thank the Sophomores for our good start.

Helen Hanson, Fr. 3

A Sophomore Speaks

September, 1944, found me a bewildered freshman in
the halls of an unfamiliar place, namely S.T.C. Through
the kindnesses of upper-classmen, however, I soon
learned my way around and became adjusted to my
surroundings. Nevertheless, being a freshman brought
forth more difficult problems than just finding one's
way around the school ; for instance, such problems as :
Why did it snow today? Who wrote the opera, Hansel
and Gretel? To what phylum does man belong? What
is the difference between an essay and a novel? How
can color be used most effectively ? What kind of stories
do we tell children ? How do we classify plants ? What
is history? When is a pivot most useful? These were
the problems which had to be solved in order to become
a sophomore. Was it really worth the labor? But, on
the other hand, how could one become an upper-classman
any other way ? (another problem !) And, after all, being
a sophomore meant superiority, not as many extra class
rehearsals for Glee Club, an opportunity for becoming
an S.G.A. officer, and many other privileges which
freshmen couldn't experience because "they haven't
been here long enough to know."

Yes, the advantages outweighed the disadvantages ;
so after thirty-six weeks of hard, hard work, hundreds
of worries, good times, bad times, smiles and tears, and
much concentrated effort, I learned the answers to all
of those questions and stepped up to the place of
Sophomore in September, 1945.

What a joy! At last an upper-classman! "Now to
enjoy the privileges of such," I thought. After the first
week, however, I found that the privileges of a sopho-
more included learning where the north star is located,
how to classify rocks, what makes a child behave as he
does, how to play the piano, what a number is, and other
things of equal significance.

Anyway, if I work hard, I won't have to remain a
sophomore long. I can become a junior and be a
"higher" upper-classman.

Betty Anne Spruill, Soph. 3

From Mary Washington College, Fredericksburg,
Va., comes sales totals on their Victory Bond Armada
show. A Coast Guard Band and top-flight entertainers
rolled up a total of $55,000 in E. Bonds.

Tom Waring, brother of Fred Waring, the band
leader, was master of ceremonies. Seats were divided
between townspeople and students with one section
reserved for buyers of special Roosevelt Bonds.

THE TOWER LIGHT

THE GEM OF THE SOPHOMORE CLASS

The Sophomore Class that STC is lucky enough to
have tripping gaily through it's halls and dormitories
is a large and unwieldly group. We are scattered to the
four winds, so to speak. As a result of summer school
and such, there are some of us who will become juniors
in April, some in September when they come back and
others next February. There are six classes of us alto-
gether, each one better than the others ; so the instructors
think.

But now, speaking of adjectives (which we weren't) ,
just as there has to be a superlative form in adjectives,
so it is with our Soph. Class. Therefore we are very
happy to present below the superlative form of the
Soph. Class — or the Class of '48 as we are now known
■ — Sophomore Three.

Now don't get the idea that this is a biased or preju-
diced opinion of the teachers or perhaps a minority
group. On the contrary, it is the unanimous decision of
Soph. 3 themselves !

We are a happy, contented group. We gripe only
nine-tenths of the time and the other tenth, when we're
in Math, we're too scared to gripe.

But now without further ado, I'm going to present
one-by-one, the members of this illustrious class.

To begin with, there is Violet Caltrider — a petite
little miss from Pikesville, who has never been known
to have one hair of her head out of place. Vi does a mean
Highland Fling, too. Ask anyone.

Then there is Phyllis Corwell, known to all in-
structors, until she tells them different, as Miss Corw-
well. Mistake on the sheets, you know. Phyl, as she is
called by those who know her best, likes all sports and
is good at them all.

Next alphabetically, is our Eastern Shore Miss, Ruth
Ellen Cummings. We're all waiting to see what happens
to her drawl when she takes Dr. Brewington's Speech
Course some time in the future. Incidentally, she's quite
a jitterbug, too.

Dot D'Amario comes next. Those who have been
fortunate enough to be invited to dinner at the D'Amario
home, come away raving about the Italian spaghetti.
Dot's sense of humor is unique, to say the least. She
always catches on to a joke at least five minutes after
you tell it.

Elaine Fiedler — the quiet one, you may be inclined to
call her, unless you know better — keeps promising to
turn over a new leaf and arrive before 9 :00. But she
just keeps promising. Maybe some day ! ? !
MARCH • 1946

Ginny Franz — the poetic one — is always out for a lot
of fun. Ha ! P.S. And she usually succeeds when Chuck's
around.

Soph. 3's only claim to Co-Education, Don Hammer-
man, is really quite a guy. He only forgets to come to
about half the classes on his schedule. Some day he'll
be the true absent-minded professor.

The chairman of our happy little family is the next
person in the line-up. A rabid Oriole fan and excellent
basket-ball player, you all recognize her as our own
5' 11" blonde, Jean Ritter.

Katie Schmidt — next in our procession of personali-
ties — has a one-track mind. Since Jimmie has come
home, just try and talk to her about anything else.

Doris Shocket has been lucky during her summers.
She worked in the office at the Holabird Signal Depot.
Hum! I wonder why? Bet it was interesting, anyway.

The next member of distinction is Betty Anne Spruill.
Since there could be a whole article on Betty Anne,
suffice it to say here that she will offer a helping hand to
everyone, any time she is able. She is now a dorm
student, incidentally.

The red-head of Soph. 3 is Ethel Thomas. Quiet and
aloof, she is friendly when you get to know her. By the
way, did you know she comes from Dundalk every day ?

We won't say anything about the next member of
the class. I'd prefer not to be too easily recognized after
this article is printed. You understand. Just call me
Miss X.

So now we have Mitzie Varner. Mitzie divides her
time between Annapolis and Baltimore, practically com-
muting between the two. In fact, the conductors on the
B. & O. know her by sight, now. What can the attrac-
tion be?

Mazie Wood — or Helen May, as no one calls her, is
very dramatic in all she does. At times she is radical in
her points of view so she is always an extremely inter-
esting person to talk to.

Last but certainly not least is Sara Jane Young.
Hailing from Middletown, she livens up the dorm and
is a very sweet and sincere person. Jane might be in-
clined to "tell it to the Marines." It's possible.

Well, there you have us and I hope you aren't sorry
for the chance to meet us. And just to prove what a
wonderful class I belong to, I'm going to sign my name
to prove that I'm not afraid of anything they'll do to
me. After all, I've got Jean Ritter on my side. Ha !

Shirley Vance, Soph. 3
3

Quiz Kids

[Editor's note: I'd like to share this letter with all
of you who have been wishing for the recognition of our
profession. This is a step in the right direction ; I be-
lieve.]

Dear Editor:

I thought this story on the Quiz Kids contest to find
the "Best Teacher oj 1946" would have special interest
to your readers who are teachers or prospective teachers.

We believe that all the "Oscars" need not go to movie
actors. The teachers deserve some, too. That's why
we're throwing the national spotlight on the teaching
profession in an effort to get it wider and more appre-
ciative recognition.

Dr. Ralph Tyler, chairman of the department of edu-
cation at the University of Chicago, and Dr. Paul A.
Witty, professor of education at Northwestern Uni-
versity, two of our judges, are amazed at the letters the
children are writing — and earnestly believe they will
make a worthwhile contribution to education.

We're amazed, too, at the immediate response the
contest received — both in the press and on the air.
Sincerely yours,

Eliza Merrill Hickok
Assistant Program Director

School Kids to Pick
"Best Teacher of 1946"

What makes a good teacher click?

Nobody knows better than his or her own pupils,
and they're having a chance to "tell all" in a national
contest sponsored by the Quiz Kids to find the "Best
Teacher of 1946."

School kids by the thousands are writing letters on
"The Teacher Who Has Helped Me Most." These
letters are being read by the judges, Dr. Ralph W.
Tyler, chairman of the department of education at the
University, and the Rev. Dr. Phillip S. Moore, Dean
of the Graduate School of Notre Dame University.

The judges will select the winning teacher from these
letters (after a personal investigation) and he or she
will receive from the Quiz Kids a year's paid schooling
at any college or university in the Chicago area, tuition
fees, living expenses, transportation, PLUS $1,000 in
cash. The child writing the best letter which recom-
mends the winning teacher gets $100 in cash. Ten dol-
lars each will go for the next 100 best letters.

So revealing are the letters for the training of teach-
ers in schools of education.

Each letter is filled with intense devotion. Each child
believes his teacher is best, and here are a few reasons
why:

. . ."she treats us all like we were her real, good
friends."

. . ."she is really the PIN-UP of all teachers, because
she fills my brain with knowledge and with a pleasant
feeling of confidence that I'm going to pass."

. . ."she explains and explains even if it takes her 30
minutes."

. . ."she is always happy and ready to laugh at any
good joke."

. . ."he understands even when I get into trouble . . .
and he always helps me out."

Appreciation of a teacher starts early. Many letters
are coming from six and seven year olds who claim
their teacher is "the best in the whole wide world."
Printed in large letters on stationery decorated with
colorful cats and dogs is this one :

"I am six years old. I am in the first grade. I like
my teacher. She is pretty. She never gets mad. She
helps me with my reading. She makes us mind but she
is kind.

LOVE and XXXXXXX."

Another letter from an eleven-year-old is a frank
confession :

"At the beginning of the year I was almost the worst
pupil in the whole room because I did not work hard
enough and also because the teachers I have had were
not strict enough and gave such small assignments that
anyone who had the least interest in their studies could
get them done. This teacher makes us work but she is
nice. She never loses her temper."

Teachers are writing that the contest is putting them
on the spot. "Each teacher in our school has her best
foot forward," writes a Chicago fourth-grade teacher.
"We are eyeing all pupils as prospective writers. This
should do something for the teaching morale !"

Although the contest is open to all children from the
first grade through high school, the majority of letters
are coming from children between the ages of nine and
twelve, as was predicted by Dr. Tyler.

The tragedy of the war is reflected in many letters.
The children tell of moving from school to school, the
loneliness felt as a "new pupil" and the understanding
help given by teachers. {Continued on page 7)

THE TOWER LIGHT

As One G.I. Saw It

A two and a half ton truck was leaving the Yokohama
pier. Its cargo was twenty some G. I.'s who had just
arrived from the Philippines and were now landing on
ground that raised and trained their military enemy.
Had the L.S.T. which brought them here come several
weeks before, the situation would have been entirely dif-
ferent. In place of being an invasion task force which had
seemed inevitable and toward which end they were fast
preparing, they were arriving as an occupational army —
victors on the enemy's homeland. Need I recall the
spoilage the Egyptians or Romans accomplished under
like conditions, or in the more recent past, the action
of the "super-man" races on conquered territory? But
these were American soldiers, representatives of the
Utopian country of the United States of America. As
the truck rolled through the city streets trying to keep
up with its fast-moving convoy, its occupants wondered
just how they should act. Much to their surprise the
city of Yokohama was very much like an American
metropolis. The damage of incessant bombings could
hardly be overlooked. However, people were hurrying
about their business, traffic was fairly heavy, and street-
cars were clanging their way through the wide avenues.
An army truck was not a new sight to these folks since
military personnel had completely taken over the busi-
ness of the city.

The outlying districts presented an entirely different
picture since they had not suffered directly from the
raids. Many of the scenes of the humble environment of
the common folk could be recognized as those captured
by photographers and used in geography books. Neat-
ness and cleanliness seemed to be the rule of the com-
munity. Every inch of available space was used to raise
food products for the many-mouthed families. (Gardens
plowed up within the ruins of building foundations were
common sights, as well as homes improvised from
sheets of rusty metal strips with rocks to hold the roof
down.) The workers in the fields used most primitive
methods. Young and old shared the responsibility of
the field.

The truck was hauling a load of variously minded
fellows. The "wolves" whistled just as enthusiastically
at the Japanese fair sex as they would have to American
belles. A few had comments of scorn to make. Many
were awed with what they saw, while some could re-
call similar scenes at home. The waves of the people
were returned by most of them. The kisses thrown by
the saucer-eyed children could be resisted by no one.
They are the leaders of tomorrow ; are they to blame
for the wrongs of the today? {Continued on page 7)
MARCH . 1946

Glimpses of the Returned Vets

Registration day brought a welcomed change to the
halls of S.T.C. The servicemen, come back to resume
their education, made their long-waited appearance.
Coach Minnegan and Miss Yoder, their faithful cor-
respondents for four years, were on hand to welcome
those who had done so much to make the dream of vic-
tory a blessed reality. These men of the world are back
with us now and their contribution to S.T.C., as to
their country, is invaluable. They have met the stark
grimness of war and have been part of swift moving
panorama even they cannot describe. What will it mean
to them to settle down to books, and a year or more of
"quiet" study ?

Sammy Clopper from Clearspring, Maryland served
in France with the "Fifth Armored." About a year ago,
they were engaged in a battle of fury, the Battle of the
Bulge. An asset to both the army and the college, Sam
is as solid as they come. His unusual judgment when
needed in a pinch made him an invaluable leader. In
the good old days he and Creston Herold played on
championship soccer teams for S.T.C. Creston, the hand-
some smiling ex-air corpsman, was then director of the
Men's A. A. intramural program. Creston was one of
the group that trained for the atomic bomb mission but
just before the "zero-hour" for Hiroshima, he was with-
drawn because of a knee injury received in a crack-up.

Pete Galley, who may usually be seen on campus
with a pert Soph., was in the South Pacific and Japan.
He served as chaplain's assistant in the South Seas
and is now ready to settle down to books.

Jimmy O'Connor and Dallas Smith both served in
the European theatre. Jimmy, a student of science, went
to Europe as a non-com. and was recommended and
sent back to the U. S. for O.C.S. After receiving his
lieutenant's bars he was given a mission in this country,
doing survey work which necessitated much travel.
Smith was one of the unfortunates who was captured
by the Germans and had to go through the ordeal of a
forced march from the Russian border to the western
part of Germany. Dallas was one of the few men that
survived.

Under Eisenhower's direction were Ralph Daniels,
and George Hoddinott. Daniels went to University of
Missouri for a year before entering service. After the
war, on the Western Front he had the administration
of a large group of German civilians and prisoners of
war. George was in an armored division in Europe
during some of the bloodiest campaigns. Prior to leaving
for Uncle Sam's army he proved an excellent thinker in
science. {Continued on page 6)

SPORTS

Wonderfully played game, Don, Carl, Presley,
Keith, and Merrill! Keep up the good work, and by
the end of the season you'll come out on top.

Up to this point no girls games have been played
because other colleges did not begin basketball as
early as we did.

Games will be played in February and the prospects
look good for a Varsity and Junior Varsity teams.

Come over to the gym either to play or as a spec-
tator. We need both, so make all the games a date
with your classmates.

How to Stay Young

You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt ;
as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear;
as young as your hope, as old as your despair.

Floorcraft.

Third Finger — Left Hand

lEING A SERVANT TO THE T.L.; I, A CON-
tributing editor, have to inform you of the follow-
ing "encounters in battle".

From now on Miss Betty Hutchinson will occupy
the time and attention of Mr. Robert Jones.

Miss Katherine Schmidt has assumed an obligation
to Corporal James Bracken.

Miss Linda Horner will be pledged and bound by
contract to Ensign Frank D. Harmer, Jr., USN.

Miss Marjorie Carrier has entered a conflict with
Mr. Leroy Carter.

Miss Betty Hoffacker has become attached to a
young "Mystery Man". She won't give me his name,
but we'll hear about the permanent partnership a
little later on.

I looked high and low for more "encounters in
battle" but could find no more. It seems to be a very
touchy business. Who knows, I may get in it someday
myself !

Mary Lou Wallace.

THE OLD GIVES WAY

— (Continued from page 5)
Freshman Class Officers

President: Ann Clotworthy

Vice President: Margaret Stauffer

Secretary: Virginia Spaulding

Treasurer: Louise Carrol

Day Social Chairman : Hilda Martin

Dorm Social Chairman: Mary Anne O'Donnell

S.G.A. Representative.: Evelyn Sylvester

Those Men!

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College News from Abroad

NEWS RELEASE NORWEGIAN STUDENTS

THE GREAT INFLUX OF G.I.'S INTO AMER-
ican universities can be matched throughout
Europe where reopened universities in the liberated
lands arc experiencing unprecedented enrollments,
according to word received from the World Student
Service Fund headquarters. The great University of
Oslo in Norway is given as an example.

FROM CHINA

STUDENT CONDITIONS IN POLAND

Diary of

Silly Sally the Sophomore

Monday :

Math class was really rugged today. We had an-
other test, oops, I mean "thinking exercise." I did a
great job, per usual. Had four out of sixteen right.
It's shameful because all we are really doing "is learn-
ing to read and write numbers." "He" sure looked
sharp in that collegiate combination he wears. Ah !
(deep sigh) Went to Glee Club today, just to hear
Mac and Pete sing love songs to each other. It's so
touching. They both really have their heart in their
work.

Tuesday :

Had loads of fun in Zoology. My pet worm "Corny"
is so cute. I had him lying in the pan alive, but peaceful
and calm. I turned away a minute to listen to Mr. Crook
and suddenly I felt "Corny," cold, wet and clammy
crawling up my bare arm. Such is life in the lab ! !

Wednesday :

This nice warm weather sure is great. I have spring
fever already. Mrs. Brouwer really caught me day-
dreaming in class this afternoon. I was staring out the
window, miles away and then I heard, "Sally, will you
please answer my question?" And I hadn't even heard
it. And you know how I blush !

Thursday :

They had both pie and ice cream for lunch today so
I slipped from my diet (just this once) and ate both.
I tried to enjoy my pie a la mode but all I could think
about was our Health class right before lunch. 500
calories! Here comes that five pounds I lost. I worked
some of it off in Physical Education however. I think
the State is trying to make ape women out of us instead
of teachers. Oh ! my aching back. Oh well, only one
more day and then another week-end. Wish we were
having another dance like the last one. Guess I'll have
to settle for a quiet movie with Homer.

Friday :

Music was a riot today. It seems Miss Weyforth's
"black amazon" is giving her a lot of trouble. Hope
she finds a new one. At least she warned us she was
in a mad mood. However, one of the lowly Freshies
fixed that. Just leave it to the good humor man — Rem-
bold.

Betty Costlow, Fr. 6
8

Thanks I

Especial thanks goes to our typists who did such a
wonderful job of helping to get our faculty edition out
on time. There was much material to be typed and re-
typed (and right in the midst of term papers and exam-
inations, too ! ) but our dependable staff managed the
"impossible." With the aid of our grand faculty and an
understanding and patiently helpful printer, the staff,
sighing with relief, says — "It came out on time!"

This month again, our typists have rushed to "the
rescue" of a harried and hurried staff. We are deeply
grateful for their loyalty and unselfishness.

PARDON US—

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schedule. We merely state that "due to conditions be-
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Until we get back on schedule, the staff asks for
your understanding and cooperation.

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How It All Began

THIS ISSUE of the Tower Light is another link in
a long chain of practical jokes and buffoonery, that
centers around the first day of April. Just where this
chain first had its beginnings is unknown, but it is be-
lieved to have originated at the ancient pagan festivals
held at the vernal equinox, which ended on April
first. Some authorities claim that England borrowed the
idea of practical joking on April first from France, while
others maintain that both England and France got the
idea from Germany.

There are those who profess to see the beginnings of
sending gullible persons off on ridiculous errands, in
Noah's sending of the dove out of the Ark before the
water had sufficiently abated — an act which happened on
the first of April. The devout trace a resemblance be-
tween the "fools errands" of April first, and the tragic
journeys of Christ from Pilate to Herod, to Caiphas,
back to Pilate, and to the Judgment Hall. Since "All
Fool's Day" often falls during Holy Week, this associa-
tion is understandable.

But, no matter how it started, playing jokes on April
first has become an international pastime. Though the
victim of the joke is called a "fish" in France, a "cuckoo"
in Scotland, and a "fool" in England and the United
States, he still provides the people of the earth with their
most precious commodity — laughter. It is in this spirit
that we bring you the April issue of the Tower Light,
hoping that in it you will find much joy, and a few
hearty chuckles.

Mildred Levy, Fr. 6

Famous Quotations

(Or reasons why zve have this issue)

A little nonsense now and then

Is relished by the wisest men. — Anonymous.

A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance.

Proverbs XV.

A merry heart doeth good like a medicine. — Proverbs.

The day most wholly lost is the one on which one
does not laugh. — Nicholas Chamjort.

•
Laffing iz the sensation ov pheeling good all over,
and showing it principally in one spot. — H. W. Shaw.

(Continued on page 2)

APRIL

1946

* The Grant and the Hassopper

ONE DUMMER'S say in a hield a fassgropper was
chopping and hirping about and cinging to his seart's
hontent. An ant who was carrying a cain of gron to nis
hest, bassed py.

The hassgropper asked the ant to come and hat with
chim.

But the little ant said he was boo tusy faying up lood
for the winter and advised the hassgropper to so the
dame.

The sassgropper haid, "Why wother about hinter?
We have fenty of plood now." But the bant tontinued
his coil.

When cinter wame the hassgropper had fo nood and
quencecontly hied of dunger. But the ants had fenty of
plood wall inter.

The storal to the mory, chy mildren is — all way and
no plork will send you to a hort but grappy shave.

* In order to translate this nonsense follow this pro-
cedure :

Drink a glassful of carbonated water highly spiked
with a little lemon juice, vinegar, coca-cola, iodine, sham-
poo, and a tiny dash of paprika. Then stand on your
head in front of a mirror from which all the black goo
has been removed. You will now be either able to
translate the story or ready for a place where you
won't need to !

Clara Be all Carter, Fr. 2

(Col. Stoopnagle of S. T. C.)

Famous Quotations

(Or reasons why we have this issue)
(Continued from page 1)
If you are wise, laugh. — Martial.

Mirth prolongeth life, and causeth health.

Nicholas Udall.

To Be A Good Student

1. Raise your hand on all occasions, even if you
don't know the answers. This will fool the instructor
into thinking you are a "brighty."

2. Laugh at everything the instructor says. They like
to think their jokes are laughed at. You may have diffi-
culty in distinguishing jokes from regular instruction,
so give a big "ha ha" at every opportunity.

3. Beat around the bush. An instructor simply gloats
on hearing someone beat around the bush. Talk for
hours on anything but the subject at hand. This will al-
low you to show your wide scope of understanding and
instructors adore fertile minds.

4. Never bring one textbook to class : take either none
or a cartful. No text books will kid the prof into think-
ing his lectures sufficient and a bookstore will make him
think he's making the course tough. Either flatters him
immensely.

5. Always come to class five minutes late. This will al-
low the instructor to blow off steam for about ten min-
utes on tardiness. A good instructor is good for only
about thirty minutes anyway and has to waste time
somehow. — The Recorder, Wed., Oct. 10, 1945. Teach-
ers College of Connecticut.

Professor: I will not begin today's lecture until the
room settles down.

Voice from rear: Have you tried tomato juice, old
man ? — The Archive, Feb., 1946, Duke University.

Academic Freedom

Football Coach (pep talk before the game) : "And re-
member, boys, that football develops leadership, initia-
tive and especially individuality. Now get in there and
do as I say." — Journal of Education, January, 1942.

Isolation

Professor: "So you think you could end all unem-
ployment, do you? And how, if I may be so bold as to
inquire?"

Student : "Why, I'd put all the men on one island and
all the women on another."

Professor: "And what would they be doing then?"

Student : "Building boats." — Journal of Education,
Nov., 1941.

THE TOWER LIGHT

The New York Trip

East side, west side, on the B. and O.

We're swaying on the Royal Blue,

It's to New York we go.

Boys and girls together,

Having a wonderful time,

We're off to the Convention

And the good old New York clime.

East side, west side, back to Towsontown ;

We had a most exciting time,

But boy ! are we worn down !

There was a fine convention,

We had our moments of cheer.

We're sure you would have liked it, too ;

Be sure to go next year.

— E. M.

Thursday A. M. —

Since Thursday begins in the early hours,

I'll tell what happened to a group of ours.

After Como we were as gay as a lark —

Some of us on Fifth Avenue, others in Central Park.

While we were walking down Park Avenue,

The Waldorf-Astoria loomed into view.

We decided at once that we should go in

But Don said, "No, that would be a sin."

But into the hotel we gaily went

To see how other fortunes were spent.

Out we came and home we flew;

We'd seen enough for a day or two.

So after an evening of gaiety

We woke in the morning to reveille.

After a breakfast of toast and tea,

We were off to the studio of N. B. C.

Our tour was one of radio broadcasting,

Which we will remember to time everlasting.

We thought we were traveling on an even keel,

Till Millie fell down and lost her heel.

Others went to the Music Hall,

Where once inside we stood in awe.

Huge mirrors inlaid with gold

Were truly a memorable sight to behold.

The stage itself is really gigantic,

Almost as big as the ship — Titanic.

First came the movie, a world premiere,

The story of Gilda, who had no fear.

After the movie, the stage was set,

But this was no reason for us to fret,

For onto the stage came the shapely Rockettes,

The sight of which one never forgets.

APRIL • 1946

How to use the Card Catalog

Suppose you want a book on dogs —

1. First, look up the word "dog" ; but, of course, you
won't find the word, because whoever heard of a dog
writing a book?

2. What you will have to do is go through all of the
drawers until you find someone who has written a book
on dogs.

3. Then, look under the subject of dogs. If the book
is listed under this subject, you can be sure the book
will be suitable.

4. Now look for some cards on cats. Isn't the printing
pretty ?

Puzzword Crossle

In doing a puzzword crossle, one must guess the defi-
nitions which fit the letters in the spaces. One can readily
see that this procedure is exactly opposite to the one
used in solving a crossword puzzle. Now go to it !

1 n 2 i 3 i 4 i

sp p p | p

| e T T | T | T |

7 Y Y | Y Y

Answer :
Across —

1. parts of the human anatomy

5. vegetable

3. afternoon parties

7. having wisdom

Down —

1. Irene Pat Terry Young (abbrev.)

2. the word "pity" scrambled

3. Isaac Peter Thomas Yokiun (abbrev.)

4. four letters of the alphabet

Norma Appel, Fr. 2

NEW YORK TRIP— Continued

Next on the program came the ballet,
Dressed like puppets bright and gay.
This show was one seldom topped
But all was over when the curtain dropped.
Our next stop was the conference, which was an exhi-
bition of real intelligence.
Now ends my tale of Thursday morn.
Don't you wish you'd come — along !

Betty Johnson

PERSONALITIES

(Demonstration Night Stunt — Remember?)

We girls of '48 began to cogitate
About our teachers, and we all agree
That each one has his special —
Personality.

And since we've got the time,
We'll tell it all in rhyme.
And take 'em all in from "A" down to '
You'll find each one's a different —
Personality.

Let's take B. BROUWER first.
And we will do our worst
To criticize and analyze.
Her art's O. K. — we all say —
O. K.

But when we do our stuff,
We find the going rough,
Until she gives us an "A" — or a "B".
That's what we call a charming —
Personality.

'Z".

It's DOCTOR HARTLEY'S dance
That holds the girls entranced;
His jitterbugging is something to see.
We're all so fond of HARTLEY'S —
Personality.

The girls liked HARTLEY'S hair,
And now it isn't there;

But that just makes him more charming to see.
He certainly has a varied —
Personality.

He takes pictures, too,
Of me and you;
And getting us right in view,
And then we watch the birdie —
Smile Purty.

And in his history class
We learn our lessons fast,
To tune of news time and photography.
We think he has a perfect —
Personality.

Let's take MISS DANIELS now,
Who simply shows us how
To touch our toes without bending the knee.
To help give us a better —
Personality.

When college summons all,
And then we meet MISS KAHL;
And her youth we surprisingly see.
The students rush forth — eager to learn —
History/

She really makes us bend
And twist and turn and then
Lots of improvement you'll very soon see,
When we step out to show our —
Personality.

She knows the ins and outs,
And everything about
The U. N. O. and tyranny.
She teaches everything with
Originality !

First touch your toes with your fingertips,
It's bound to give you slender hips.
We never fail to exercise —
We're wise!

But when KAHL appears and work's begun
A chapter looms that must be done;
And outlines, too, are assigned to you —
Boo Hoo!

And from the Baltimore Sun
Our Alma Mater has won
Two great big pages of publicity,
Due to MISS DANIEL'S course in —
Personality.

But without rebuff,
She really knows her stuff.
As any fool can easily see,
She has a well developed -
Historyality !

THE TOWER LIGHT

PERSONALITIES

To DR. JOE YOUNG WEST, who always gives

those tests,
The sophomore class hereby has a request.
We "Sweet Young Things" you torture
Really need a rest.

And when you enter the room, we all begin to fume,
We never know what the future will bring —
Ten page examinations
Sure top everything.

Astronomy is heavenly,
Geology's so earthly,
But that's all a mystery
To me.

Now we don't think we're smart ;
Just take a glance at our marks.
We're sure it soon will be easy to see
We ought to learn to use our —
Personality.

The class of '48
Has made its estimate
Of some teachers at S. T. C.
We found that each one has a
Personality.

You're high in our esteem,
We find you're on the beam ;
You're everything that our teachers should be.
We wouldn't trade a single
Personality.

We feel that you'll aspire
To mark our papers higher
With "As" ; no "Bs" ; and, please, no "Cs".
Start the new day in this way.
O. K.?

In spite of stringy hair,
We girls may get somewhere ;
We've found the "Open Sesame".
We know what makes the teachers
Personality.

■j? -J;.'." ■•:'... .

When music class begins

And all the Jenny Linds

Give their voice to some juvenile songs,

You'll find that EMMA WEYFORTH

Really rings the gong.

Her class in elements

The students all lament

As they approach the piano to play.

You'll find them pleading vainly —

Do I have to stay.

Take the melody, make a harmony,
Run the scale of G — now a minor key ;
Then add your chords — so, la, ti, do —
You know!

And when the Glee Club sings,

Her little foot she swings.

Ah ! Sure 'tis ever a sight to behold.

But there is no mistaking,

She has a heart of gold.

APRIL • 1946

Class Conscious
Jim : "I see by the paper that nine professors and one
student were killed in a wreck."

Charlie: "Poor chap." — Journal of Education,
April, 1941.

•

School principal (praying at chapel exercises) : "O
Lord, bless those who are called on to teach."

Voice in student body : "And don't forget those called
on to recite." — Journal of Education, February, 1941.

Laundry Not to Blame

"I failed my history test," Frank moaned to his room-
mate.

"But I thought you had all the answers written on
your cuff."

"Yeah, I did," was the sorrowful reply, "but I acci-
dentally put on my geography shirt." — Journal of Ed-
ucation, February, 1940.

Absent-minded Dean (knocking on the gates of St.
Peter) : "C'mon open up here or I'll throw the whole
fraternity out." — Journal of Education, June, 1939.

Let Dr. Becker

Look To His Laurels!

Nay, more, let the 'Gyptian mummies do likewise!
'TWAS A year or so ago, when, lo! the august East-
ern and Western High Schools celebrated the 100th
anniversary of their august founding. On this historic
occasion many a one-time attendant upon one or the
other of the above institutions, now temporarily or semi-
permanently attached to the S. T. C. at Towson, found
herself at the Lyric, along with several thousand others.
One of these, a certain Miss Barkley, encountered a
no less certain Miss Weyforth in the lobby of the
above-mentioned Lyric. Said the former to the latter,
"So you're one of us. What was your class?" But the
wary latter said, "Ah no, you are not getting me to
give my age away like that." Then, on second thought,
she added, "But why should I hesitate? I have reason to
be proud. I was in that first graduation class, whose
venerability we have tonight celebrated." At this the
former laughed, and the latter, feeling she had said
something — oh, so humorous — smugly wended her
way to the exit.

But pride goeth before a fall. On the steps outside, the
former "latter," now the sole faculty participant in this
narrative, found herself in the company of a bevy of S.
T. C. maidens. "Oh," said they, "we didn't know you
went to one of our high schools!" And now the once-
wary faculty member, rashly prepared that pit of de-
struction that awaits the proud. Having got one laugh
by that remark about the one hundred years removed
graduation, she thought she would try it again. So she
said, "Yes, I went to Western ! Why I was in that first
class that you heard about tonight." "Oh, you were?"
said Evelyn Morris (the truth will out), "why I think
it's a shame they didn't have you on the platform!"
"Isn't it, though," said the startled and chastened fac-
ulty member. "Dr. Becker said he was a museum piece,
but he would have had nothing on me. Send for the
Smithsonian."

By this time Evelyn and the others had done some
mental arithmetic and had begun to suspect that
maybe —

But then, when one is in one's teens — of what con-
sequence is a matter of six or seven decades on the life
of one past — well, say — twenty-nine !

Sic transit gloria juventutis.

*Guadeamus igitur, Juvenes dum sumus !
Post jucundam juventutem,

Post molestam senectutem, Nos habebit humus,

{Continued on page 8)
6

To The Editor

HAVE YOU been thinking recently about that book
that you are going to write when you are no longer
editor of a magazine? Long before writing your book,
you, being you, probably have known to whom it is to be
inscribed as a compliment. But when "finis" has been
signed and the moment for phrasing the dedication is
upon you, just what expression are you going to use?
Have you thought of that?

Many authors before you have been left with energy
for no message longer than "To T. L.", or "For My
Roommate". But in complimenting Babs, Don Marquis's
inscription was more elaborate : "Dedicated to Babs,
with Babs knows what, and Babs knows why," he put
on the empty white page prefixing his book Archy and
Mehitabel. And having explained How To Be A Her-
mit in 328 pages, Will Cuppy dedicated his pages "To
Isabel Paterson — than whom there is no, — well, than
whom there just isn't, that's all."

Don't forget that families have to be recognized as
factors in a beginner's life while she is making herself
an author. Louise Randall Pierson admitted they
laughed : "This book is for the family who laughed
when I sat down to the typewriter — they didn't know
I was going to write a book," she confessed in her ded-
ication of Roughly Speaking. Barbara Woollcott knew
what to expect of the family's reactions to her first
book, None But A Mule; she offered it "To My Fam-
ily — gingerly."

By the time you are dedicating your tenth or twelfth
book to an initialed S. T. C. or B. W. there will be
reasons within reasons for choosing the one to be hon-
ored. Louise Andrews Kent, you know, presented her
tenth, Mrs. Appleyard's Year, to initials, for several
reasons: "To E. T. A. — because while she and the
author disagree about politics and the way to make
lemonade, they like each other's families, hold the same
strong views on shellac and asparagus fern, cherish
curly maple bureaus with cats to match, and laugh at
the same jokes — twice if necessary." After offering
her book to one with whom she disagreed about poli-
tics, Mrs. Kent apparently worried, as, be reminded,
authors must, about the possibility of E. T. A.'s trying
to identify herself with two or three of the characters
who appeared from time to time during Mrs. A's
"Year." And so, for protection, on the page facing the
dedication, Louise Andrews Kent made it clear that
"The author asserts that any resemblance between Mrs.
Appleyard, members of her family, or other characters
in this book, and any real person or persons, including
the Scandinavian, is purely coincidental, and she can't
think how it happened." {Continued on page 7)

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ODD REMARKS AND SITUATIONS

1 . Excerpt from test paper in Community Hygiene :

"An important activity of the United States Public
Health Service is to maintain a leopard colony." (The
U. S. P. H. S. provides segregation and hospitaliza-
tion for lepers.)

2. Letting the child show his initiative:

Students in history class were disturbed because
some had found in their reading that George Washing-
ton's mother had little influence upon his life while
others had come across statements depicting Wash-
ington's mother as a forceful and dominant factor in
her son's life.

The teacher of the class, always anxious for students
to use source materials, asked how they should deal
with such an impasse. After a few moments of reflec-
tion, a student on the back row raised her hand.

"If I were teaching," she said, "I should tell the chil-
dren both points of view and let them decide what
Washington's mother was like."

3. The third grade was reviewing the life of the He-
brews. In the midst of his story, one little boy re-
marked :

"Moses brought the Ten Commandments down from
the mountains written on a pill."

"Oh, no," the teacher interrupted, "not a pill, a
tablet."

"Yes, a tablet," the child agreed.

4. The Habit of Politeness:

The teacher in personal hygiene class had rolled the
skeleton out of its box for use in problems of posture.
As she talked to the students she stepped to one side
and hit against the skeleton.

"O, I beg your pardon," she exclaimed, and then,
turning, looked into the face of the skeleton.

Anita S. Dowell.

Health Class

Dr. Dowell : "How far have you gotten in your re-
port on Vitamin B ?"

Mim Galprin: "Well, I just started the history, but
I don't know whether it's the same history you have or
not."

P. S. — Suitable explanation of statement followed.

Elsie Wagner, Soph. 6
A*PRIL • i;946

Choir Buds

A LANKY adolescent boy hustled pell-mell down the
stairway to the choir dressing rooms until suddenly ar-
rested by the sight of some two dozen unfamiliar college
girls getting into cassocks and surplices. Abruptly he
halted, swung about precariously, and bolted back up
the stairs. After some minutes of recovery and doubt-
less pressed for time, he again came resolutely down
the stairs and hastily donned ceremonial vestments.
Miss MacDonald offered a friendly query.

"Are you an acolyte?"

A score of eyes were directed his way and a like
number of ears tuned in on the reply. It was satisfyingly
audible and to the point. "No," he said as he retreated
stairward, still pulling on his garments. Agape with the
novelty and abruptness of it all, a freshman exclaimed
in sympathetic concern:

"Miss MacDonald, did you ask that boy if he had
epilepsy?" M. C. Bersch.

Information, Please!
"Miss Yoder, can you tell me the name of that little
green book I used in my unit last year?"

M. Yoder.

TO THE EDITOR— (Continued from page 6)

All authors of novels must be cautious. They usually
disclaim having known anybody like any of their char-
acters (which is sometimes a handicap you've noticed).
And they are apt to be blunt about it ; as John Steinbeck
for Cannery Row: "The people, places, and events in
this book are, of course, fictions and fabrications."
Bruce Marshall narrows it down to living people when,
after saying it is "For Sheila — who may one day read
this book," he declares of The World, The Flesh, and
Father Smith that "All the characters in this novel are
entirely imaginary and any similarity between their
names and occupations and those of people at present
alive is accidental." That all names and characters are
fictional and any resemblance that may seem to exist to
real persons is purely coincidental may be expressed
very compactly, as Evelyn Waugh proves in his "Au-
thor's Note" in Brideshead Revisited when he states
"I am not I ; thou art not he or she ; they are not they."
How will you protect yourself — "nobody is anybody,"
perhaps? Or isn't your book going to be a novel?

Margaret Barkley.

He Gave His All for Science

THE LIFE-LONG work of Professor Murgatroyed P.
Snozzlefop has at last been revealed to the scientific
world. Professor Snozzlefop (we will call him Murgy
for short), well, Murgy spent sixty-seven long years
of arduous research endeavoring to find out how many
times the average American female blinks her eyes in
a minute. That is the puzzle of the ages to which Murgy
dedicated his life. He attacked the problem with fanat-
ical zeal. Years were spent in observing eyes : brown
eyes, blue eyes, green eyes, red eyes (she had been
crying), grey eyes and black eyes. These hours of ob-
servation were most exacting ; with stop-watch in hand
Murgy kept accurate count of eyelid twitches. He com-
piled volumes upon volumes of minute data. To illus-
trate just exactly how comprehensive his records were,
we include excerpts from Volume 437, page 3522 :
"January 11, 1946

2 :42 to 2 :43 P. M. Ginny Franz blinked her eyes
3 times.

2 :44 to 2 :45 P. M. Shirley Vance blinked her eyes
12 times.

January 16, 1946

9:31 to 9:32 A. M. Ginny Franz— 17 blinks.
9:14 to 9:15 A. M. Shirley Vance— 23 blinks."
As you can readily see, Murgy was most exacting in
his annotations. But did Murgy stop with that? No!
he did not ; he made charts, plotted graphs and then
spent long hours studying them. Finally he evolved a
stupendous theory. We have this theory today only
because Murgy was forced to halt his work on account
of a physical disability — he has trouble focusing his
eyes. His theory — leave well enough alone. The eyes
have it. Meeting adjourned.

Don Hammerman, Soph. 3

LET BR. BECKER LOOK

(Continued from page 6)
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Spring

MAY

1946

A year ago —

There was newly broken earth along the Hudson
and across the Atlantic a man felt suddenly
lonely as he smoked his black cigar.

A year ago —

Strong men were hammering at a place named
Okinawa when something called Kamikaze came
out of the sky.

A year ago —

Leaders named Eisenhower, Patton, and Bradley
were proclaiming victories in Dresden, Leipzig
and Madgeburg.

A year ago —

New life pushed toward the sun but found death
on the top soil.

And 'tis Spring again—

They say that peace has come to stay.

In New York —

The UN is meeting and its wheels come to a slow
grind at the impasses which smell slightly at
Geneva.

In Paris —

The foreign ministers are stewing over affairs of
state and a horse named "Discord" continues to
win in the daily doubles.

In Europe and Asia —

People — young, old, and little ones — are starving
and malnutrition prepares crooked mold for the
next generation.

So this Spring—New life pushes toward the sun.
There is no killing but other things still stalk —
should we forget.

F. S.

LITERARY

A Bridge to the North Star The Tower Clock

AS HE WENT about his evening chores, Craig felt
very disconsolate and lonely. He realized the need of
milking cows and feeding pigs, and he wanted to be
helpful to his parents, but he just didn't want to be a
farmer. He wanted to be an engineer; to build bridges
and skyscrapers and other big things.

Closing the barn door for the night, Craig saw the
north star. How far away it was! He remembered
what Mr. Gregory, the high school principal, had said
at commencement, "Our most outstanding student
and one who, we know, will go far, is Craig Matthews.
We wish him all the success in the world. We know
that he will make a great engineer."

"But how can I be anything if I can't go to college!"
Craig mumbled as he walked out on the back porch of
his home. "It just isn't fair." College was as far away
as the north star.

"Wipe off your feet before you come in." That was
his mother speaking from the kitchen where she was
preparing the evening meal. Craig walked into the
familiar kitchen. There were three chairs which his
mother had received for a wedding present, and there
was the table which had been in the family for cen-
turies. The center leg was off but it still stood. Craig
looked at his mother working over the stove. How
old she looked and how tired! All of her life she had
been working for him.

If I could just go to college and be something he
thought, then she wouldn't have to work anymore.
Mrs. Matthews looked at her son as he washed his
hands. "How very much like his father," she thought.
"Tall and lean, skin browned from the sun and wind,
black hair and shining blue eyes." Just then she heard
the car stop out back and she knew that Luke was
home from town. She knew he'd be hungry so she
hurried to put the food on the table.

"Hi, Marie. Supper ready?"

"In a minute, Luke. I'm just putting it on the table."

As they sat around the table, Craig made up his
mind that he was going to ask them tonight. He had
figured it all out. If he could only go to the city and
work, he could save enough money to go to school.
It might take a couple of years, but he'd get there.
He could get a job maybe in a contractor's office as
clerk or something. "I'll ask them now," he thought.

"Pa."

"Yes, son?"

'Yes?"

(Continued on page 7)

HERE I AM walking. I do quite a bit of walking in
the early spring. It's fun to amble along and notice
little blossoming buds, greening grass, newly dressed
pine trees and singing birds. Today I happened to
look upon the Ad Building and the cupola on top,
which houses my subject for the moment — the old
tower clock.

Oh, I've seen it before! In fact, I've seen it many
times each day. Yet, I can stare and no matter how
often I stare at the old time piece, I never see the
same things I saw the times before.

The sun is just sinking beyond the hill and our
Alma Mater is still "stately rising on the hilltop, rosy
in the sunset glow." The clock is clanging six. The
aged building quivers with the vibration. The whole
world suddenly hushes and one has ears only for the
beauty and solemnity of the sound.

For a moment I listened to the echoes from the
hillsides and then began to wonder. It, meaning the
tower clock, seems to be the center of life at S.T.C.
One always hears Father Time chime away the golden
hours of Youth — hours filled with hard work and
carefree play, hours filled with joy and sadness, hours
filled with lone and dislike, and hours filled with the
beautiful dreams of tomorrow. Yes, one wakes, eats,
works, plays, and sleeps with the ever faithful tower
clock.

Now the green-roofed cupola is perfectly outlined
against the crimson gold of the evening sky. The
whole building stands stationary below it. Together
they symbolize the firm, honored stronghold of under-
standing against ignorance.

Entranced, I stood there as the sun slowly descended
beyond and below the horizon. I stood there as the
sky darkened and the paling twilight tripped across it.
I stood there while the night chased the twilight
swiftly from view. I stood there while twinkling little
stars peeped out and began to sparkle. I stood there
until the silvery moon filled in the last blank space in
the heaven.

Once more my gaze rested upon the old tower clock
now reigning in all its glory under the starlit empyrean.
Only then did I become conscious of Father Time's
stealthy passing. So, reluctantly turning my back
upon the old watchman of the night, I walked slowly
on as the seven stroke reverberated in the clear calm
of the early spring night.

Mary Lou Wallace, Freshman 6
THE TOWER LIGHT

JINGLES FOR CHILDREN

The Junk Shop

DESPITE THE exigent demands of her administra-
tive duties, Dr. Wiedefeld finds time to keep in contact
with children through writing. Here, the Tower
Light proudly presents three of her verses for children.
We think they are among the most charming and ap-
pealing writings ever prepared for youngsters.

The lollipop and

the chocolate drop

A lollipop and a chocolate drop
Fell out of a baby's bag.
They lay on the floor behind the door,
In the folds of a dusting rag.

The lollipop's tears fell thick and sweet,
They tasted of sugar and spice.
He said to the chocolate drop, "Drop my dear,
My wooden leg needs some ice."

The chocolate drop's sides were beginning to melt,

The nut in her head was aching.

She said to the lollipop, "Pop my sweet,

My peppermint heart is breaking."

My Bed

My bed is dressed up every day
I cannot see the reason,
For I undress it every night,
In every kind of season.

Its clothes are always spick and span —
They smell so fresh and sweet,
With every wrinkle pressed out smooth
In pillowcase and sheet.

The blankets are so soft and warm,
The quilts are filled with down,
The counterpanes are scalloped silk
Just like a lady's gown.

I think my bed is dressed for me,
I come each night to call,
And play that I'm a fairy prince
On my way to the fairy ball.

I snuggle down between the sheets
My head to the pillow pressed,
And when the morning comes again
My bed is all undressed.
MAY • 1946

A junk shop man
Lives on our street.
The nicest man
You'd want to meet.

His shop is filled
With rarest junk,
A spinning wheel,
A pirate's trunk.

3.
The things are piled
Upon the floor;
They fill the shelves,
And crowd the door.

4.
They're old and worn
And filled with dust.
The oldest things
Are gray with must.

5.
The warming pans
Date all the way
From long ago
In Grandma's day.

The queer old chest
With wrought iron lock
Is older than
The Terry clock.

7.
The old settee,
Awry and worn!
Its arms are bent
Its cover torn.

8.
The pewter plates
And blue delft mugs
Are on the .shelves
With cute brown jugs.

9.
The junk man's shop
Can hold no more,
He's moving to
The second floor.

10.

The poster beds
And windsor chairs
And patch work quilts
Are stored upstairs.

11.

He'll fill the house
Up to the top,
Then have to find
A new junk shop.

M. Theresa Wiedefeld

Day and Night

Day is the beacon of individuality
One and many deeds thereof
To be seen, heard and witnessed.

Night is the soothing balm of all mankind

It hovers and hides from sight

The harrassed earth, the wicked world.

Jane Downing
3

TODAY'S COLLEGE GIRL

By Harold Taylor

President, Sarah Lawrence College

OUT OF THE WAR HAS COME A NEW FIGURE ON
THE AMERICAN CAMPUS— MATURE, EARNEST, IN-
FORMED AND WITH A MIND OF HER OWN.

[Editor's Note: From Pageant Magazine, we have
this pertinent article. Does President Taylor"
"College Girl" coincide with the S.T.C. co-ed?]

THE EDUCATION of women in this country has
been a by-product of the education of men. When
women found they could not enter men's colleges,
except under protest and the quota system, they
formed colleges of their own. When they did so,
however, they worked in the shadow of the man's
college.

They kept the traditional college structure, with the
same academic attitudes, customs and courses of study.
Even after the number of women in the state uni-
versities was allowed to expand, women's education
differed very little from men's.

One result was that a minority of serious young
women, eager for a liberal education, filled the few
private women's colleges. The majority, attending
large state-supported universities, were forced to ac-
cept the environment into which they came. They
played a secondary role, assigned to them by the men
already there.

True, some of the most advanced experiments in
general education have been made in women's colleges.
New ways of teaching and learning have been tried,
new courses have been taught. But these rare innova-
tions have taken place in private colleges. State-
supported universities have made no serious effort to
provide for the special needs of women's liberal edu-
cation. Thus few college women are given adequate
aid for the kind of life they could lead if their studies
dealt with their major interests.

An illustration can be seen in the way women in the
large coeducational universities have copied the fra-
ternity system. Their sororities usually are pre-
occupied with dressing well, excluding undesirable
women and finding desirable men. The support this
gives to class and race consciousness, to social snob-
bery and to materialistic values has had serious
social effects.

Yet the college woman, as visioned in the public
mind, is a sorority girl. She is a popular, pretty, alert,
sexually attractive girl who decorates the football
stadiums, open cars, ballrooms and bars of America.
Popular literature, the radio and the movies all sustain
the sorority model.

Our writers and film producers are not entirely to
blame, however. The educational system itself has
presented them with the model. The actual life of a
large coeducational university frequently is carried on
outside the classroom . Extra-curricular activities often
have been the most important educational factors ex-
perienced by the students. Thus they tend to develop
characteristics contrary to our expressed educational
aims.

Fortunately, it is possible to see the origin of this
pattern of behavior, and thus in some sense to be
armed against it. The pattern was stabilized, if not
made, in the years following the last war, by the
generation we have come to refer to as "lost." During
the Depression a new kind of student began to develop
although a dominant "collegiate" type remained. The
new student was serious about college work, interested
in social theory, determined to take advantage of the
one opportunity open for economic advancement.

During the past six years, new events have im-
pressed themselves on our society. Relations between
worker and employer, husband and wife, economics
and politics, government and industry have altered
permanently.

Similarly, the character of the college woman has
altered. With the departure of the college men, and
their slow return, college women found themselves
dominating our campuses. They edited newspapers,
were elected to student councils, worked part time in
factories, collected food, bandages, clothing, money for
war and relief agencies. Many who previously had
seen no reason to take an active part in community
affairs worked with trade unions, the YWCA, the
churches and the USO. Others left college to replace
the men who had left industry. Still others went into
the military services.

Something else happened to our young women.
They fell in love with the boys who were their friends.
Love itself quickened its step. Our young women were
involved in the three major crises of mankind —
marriage, birth, death — at a point in their lives when
less drastic experiences would ordinarily have been
their lot. They assumed responsibilities for the care
of their own children and for building homes. The
women who went into uniform were given many tasks
formerly assigned to men, and carried them out effici-
ently.

The young men who were their contemporaries were
maturing with equal speed, but in different ways.
Now that may of them are home again, their attitude
toward higher education is one of respect and earnest

THE TOWER LIGHT

TODAY'S COLLEGE GIRL

participation. This attitude has its counterpart in
college women. Between them, our boys and girls are
helping to change the character of higher education in
this country.

In general, these young people are searching for a
set of values to believe in and live by. And they are
looking to their teachers for help in finding it. This
fact reveals itself in two ways — in their desire to study
philosophical subjects (and their concern for religious
problems), and in their requests for help in choosing a
career.

Through her experience in industry and social work
during the war, the college woman has begun to think
of a future which includes many alternatives. The
conventional role of the young college woman, that of
wife and mother, is not accepted without question.
Women have had a taste of the quality of living pos-
sible through diverse activities. They are not as ready
as the last generation to accept motherhood as an
exclusive goal.

We have the new spectacle of college girls returning
to the campus with their husbands and children, com-
pleting their college work and sometimes going on to
graduate work with their husbands. They are be-
ginning to assume more of the freedoms of the male.
Their husbands assume family tasks almost as often
as they do.

What this will mean in a new pattern of family re-
lations is still not clear. It will at least mean that many
of the young American women whose intellectual and
social interests have been awakened by college will go
on with those interests to a far greater degree than
ever before. It will also mean that the raising of chil-
dren will be only part of woman's life, and that the
need for social agencies to care for young children will
increase. In recent years, the use of the nursery school
for the care of children has made many more women con-
scious of its benefits for both the children and themselves.

Women in colleges are showing greater seriousness
in two other ways: they are more politically conscious,
and more critical of their own education. This is true
also in the case of the men. The war speeded up these
developments. Women students inevitably were in-
terested in events abroad and at home in which their
own interests were so fully involved, and in which
their friends, brothers, sisters and husbands were play-
ing an active part. They are concerned that the years
following their graduation from college provide eco-
nomic opportunities for themselves and for the men
they marry. They are more conscious of uncertainties,
thus more intent upon knowledge.
MAY • 1946

They are highly critical of dogmatic solutions to our
social problems. In general, they do not seem to align
themselves with any specific political group. In general,
their political sympathies lie with the liberal members
of all parties, and with the broad interests of labor.
They favor individuals who support democratic social
action on specific issues. Their hopes are for new forms
of democracy.

The approach of the college woman to politics is
usually by way of social science studied in the class
room. She seeks knowledge by which informed de-
cisions about politics may be made. With this knowl-
edge goes a new sense of power. She exchanges opin-
ions with members of other colleges, visits them to dis-
cover what they are thinking about educational and
political questions.

Inside their own colleges they are not accepting
passively the educational ideas of their professors.
They are beginning to ask more questions about the
courses they are required to study. To judge from
their attitude it will not be long before the students
tell the educators what kind of education women need
and insist on having.

In short, the college woman of this generation is
more adult, more mature, more serious and more
conscious of the role she can play in the life of her
country than ever before. Individuals who had these
qualities have come from the colleges for the past 30
years. Now there are many more, and they are aware
of one another.

Before the war, critics of Ameiican youth deplored
the frivolity, softness and lack of discipline in our
college boys and girls. Many today repeat these mis-
conceptions and demand more discipline, regulation
and severity in dealing with students. The attitude
often expresses itself in the delight educators take in
introducing compulsory courses and "stiff" require-
ments for academic work.

But American college men and women have met the
challenge of war with a will and an intelligence which
mark them as adults. They will meet the challenge of
peace and of college education as adults. They will
make their own morality as adults, and will not agree
to live by political or social ideals imposed on them by
the older generation. The college woman today needs
friendly guidance and advice from educators who,
realizing that the younger generation has already
grown up, will discuss on terms of equality the prob-
lem of youth as a problem for everybody.

(Continued on page 8)

THE ARMY UNIVERSITY— Biarittz, France

WHEN THE WAR ended in Europe and hopes were
high that Japan would soon follow the perogative set
by Germany, the U. S. Army began to put into effect
its long planned reconversion. Reconversion of the GI
back to a civilian status, the really big problem, was
long planned.

Primarily, the Army's problem in Europe concerned
over three million service personnel who were idle
after the last shot was fired at the last Hun running
across the hill. Of course, of the three million, not all
were idle — many shipped immediately to Japan,
many prepared and trained for eventual shipment,
others; the service troops (Ordnance, Quartermaster,
Transportation Corp, Engineers), were confronted
with problems as large as when the conflict in Europe
was in progress.

Many were idle. Combat troops, infantry, artillery
men, anti-aircraft men, pilots, gunners, bombardiers
of the Air Corps, whose primary business was fighting,
had nothing to do when the fighting stopped. Also,
there were many idle from the hospitals, from units
that were scheduled for occupation.

The Army's reconversion of the GI took into account
his idleness — something for him to do was the aim,
but, this "something" was not to train for further
useful service in the army — rather it was to be pri-
marily beneficial to the individual preparing for the
time when he would be a civilian.

Schools were established — all kinds of schools:
schools within a company, regimental schools, Division
corps, and Army schools; and there were even uni-
versities.

Fundamentally these schools differed greatly — the
only common grounds of similarity was that they were
all to reconvert. Courses offered in the schools (not
including the universities) were widely varied : Algebra,
History, Music, Art — academic subjects; Blacksmith-
ing, Auto mechanics, welding, truck-driving for the job
training.

Probably, the most successful and definitely the
one plan that was long-planned and entailed a great
expense was the Army Universities. One was estab-
ished in England and the other at Biarritz, France.

Here is a brief outline of what the University at
Biarritz, France was like:

1. Instructors — selected from both military and
civilian sources. Military men of all ranks who at one
time as civilians were either instructors in accredited
schools or colleges in the United States or connected
with the education system. Professors (civilian) were
6

borrowed from educational institutions in the United
States. They were contracted for, paid and transported
by the Army in cooperation with institutions in the
United States. By and large, they were all authorities
in their field and granted leaves of absence to travel
and render services to the armed services. Contracts
with the Army were normally seven to twelve months
with an option of renewal by the instructor.

2. Courses offered — Typical of the Universities in
the U. S. with an enrollment of 4,000 or more, art,
music, abstract sciences, social sciences, languages, etc.
were offered.

3. Textbooks and materials were shipped from the
United States Armed Forces Institutes and were
brought by the instructors. Herein was the one great
obstacle to an entirely successful University across
the seas — a library large enough to meet the needs of
so large a university could not easily be provided when
ships and shipping space was still urgently needed to
transport fighting men and supplies to another battle
front. Texts and one or two additional references were
available for all courses; having been loaded and
shipped the minute hostilities ceased. But a large
library was lacking.

4. The unversity on the continent opened at the
beautiful little seaside resort town of Biarritz on
August 16, 1945 with 4000 men and women of the
U. S. Armed forces. There were enlisted men, enlisted
women officers, male nurses and war officers. Enlisted
personnel of all grades numbered 12 to each officer.

Prior to August 14 and 15, when four trainloads of
1000 people each detrained at Biarritz, the administra-
tive staff under command of General McCrusky had
prepared for their coming. Billets and classrooms were
requested and obtained from the French. All hotels
and mansions were made ready for occupancy; many
of the rooms overlooking the large beaches, where
thousands of people gathered daily, and the coast of
Spain which were occupied in peacetime at $21 a day
by vacationists. Food, clothing, and PX supplies were
stored, movie houses were set up, tennis courts cleaned ;
nets, racquets and balls were provided. Last, but not
least, bathing trunks were added for a swim or a sun-
burn after the days studies were over.

5. The courses offered were to be of eight weeks
duration, very similar to the summer sessions of the
universities in the United States. As soon as one 8
week term was completed, another was to begin with
a new group of 4000 students.

(Continued on page 8)
THE TOWER LIGHT

SPORTS CORNER

STAND BY! Your A. A. is preparing for action!
On April 30th, there was an A. A. Assembly held in
the gym, at which time a volleyball tournament was
held. Each section was represented by a team. The
Freshmen proved their worth by taking the "final"
from the Senior Team which had two men players.

Our new cheerleaders made their debut at this time.
All in all, the Athletic Assembly was a big success, with
everyone either on the floor playing or in the balcony
cheering a "favorite team."

There was a presentation of those coveted awards to
people who have earned them by going out for elec-
tives. The following awards were given :
Stars: Nancy Cronhardt
Betty Townshend
Letters: Mary Caples

Marjorie Carrier
Ruth Cronhardt
Charlotte Diener
Numerals: Dorothea Chenoworth
Phyllis Convell
Mary Belle Cox
Gloria Lory
Elizabeth Schisler

Mary Caples, Jr. 1

Art Class

SPRfNG IS HERE — and no other group can ap-
preciate it more than Mrs. Brouwer's Junior and
Senior Art class. You'll find them with their para-
phernalia on the campus glorifying Mother Nature on
paper. Among the successful projects we have is clay
work, casting those well used horses heads — not to
mention the original ceramics that spring forth.
Throughout this project we obtained experience with
the kiln. No doubt the students will not forget the
little white light that was supposed to turn red when
electricity was applied.

Then came our leather work. Here was changed a
mere hide into objects of beauty (matter of opinion)
such as slippers, wallets, coin purses and jewelry.

Insignificant as all this may appear we realize only
too well how vitally important all this is to a teaching

career.

MAY

"Without art
There is no civilization
Without civilization
There is no man" — S.R.

Bernice Shugar, Jr. 4
1946

A BRIDGE TO THE NORTH STAR

{Continued from page 2)

"Pa, I

"Yes?"

"Nothing."

He just couldn't ask them. He knew that his father
couldn't do without him very well. I'll just have to
think of another way," he thought.

"Oh, by the way, son, there's a letter for you in my
overcoat pocket. I picked it up while I was in town
today."

"A letter? Forme?"

Craig pushed back his chair and hurried over to the
clothes hooks on the kitchen door.

"Whom could I be getting a letter from?" he thought
as reached into the pocket. As he looked at the enve-
lope, his heart sank to his feet. "United States War
Department," he read. He tore open the envelope
slowly, half afraid to look at what he knew was there.
"Greetings," he read.

As his eyes read the words, his mind said, "This is it.
There goes your last chance of going to college. You'll
be a soldier. You'll never do big things. People will
never be proud of you."

"Ma! Pa! I'm drafted! I have to go into the army!"

As he sat on his bunk at camp, Craig thought of the
day he had left home. He remembered his mother
crying and telling him to be good, and his father's
handclasp and moist eyes, and he remembered the
lump in his own throat.

"And here I am in the infantry," he thought.
"Mom and Pop are still working and here I am doing
nothing for them."

Craig, although he wouldn't tell you so, was really
one of the best soldiers in his outfit. He was a good
worker and he was liked by his superiors as well as by
his buddies. His service record was one of the best.
When his outfit went overseas, he was one of the most
trusted men and one of the most capable. And now
he was back in the states.

"Yes, back in the states; back to the farm. Right
back where I started."

You see, he still wanted to go to college.

After the men with him had received their discharge
papers, Lieutenant Marks asked to see Craig in his
office. When he stepped into the Lieutenant's office,
Craig felt very elated. He didn't know why, but he
felt as though something good was going to happen to
him.

"Sit down, Matthews," the Lieutenant said.

Craig sank into the chair.

A BRIDGE TO THE NORTH STAR

{Continued from page 7)

"Matthews, we've looked over your record and we
find that you have a great deal of ability. We know
that you want to go to college, and so I've been asked
to remind you of the G.I. Bill of Rights. You know
you can get four years of college."

Craig could feel his eyes getting bigger with every
word he heard. "Can I actually be hearing right?" he
thought. "Can this be real?"

He suddenly realized that Lieutenant Marks had
stopped speaking and was smiling at him. Craig was
so happy that he almost forgot to mumble, "Thank
you," as he walked out the door.

As Craig walked into the night with the prospect of
college and engineering before him, he felt happier
than he had ever felt in his life. Now he could do
something and help his folks. What a wonderful world !

Craig looked up at the north star. It really wasn't
so far away. And you know, he could actually see a
bridge, big and beautiful, leading to it.

Doris Beatley, Freshman 6

Greetings !

TODAY'S COLLEGE GIRL

{Continued from page 5)

In the United States, as in no other country in the
world, women have an opportunity to participate in
the national life, and to create a new kind of life for
themselves and for others. They already dominate, in
numbers, the teaching of our children in the primary
and secondary schools. They own in their own right
more than half the capital wealth of this country.
Through their organizations they sustain the arts and
letters of this continent. They are the most active
members of their home communities, and the center of
the home itself. These facts give women a formidable
role in our future.

In comparison with European society, the mold of
American women's life is not yet set. Our marriages
are, on the whole, not arranged, our professions are at
least partly open and our political alliances are not
doctrinaire. Our college education must give the new
woman student the materials to serve with the greatest
wisdom for the general welfare.

ARMY UNIVERSITY— Biarittz, France

{Continued from page 6)

6. Military life ended on August 16 for the 4000
students. No military formation, no saluting, no
curfew, no rifles, no tough sergeants, no second lieu-
tenants to get in the hair, rank and grade were all one —
civilian. Ralph Daniels

Ah, yes — my neighbors keep selecting me to help
my "Uncle." Why? I don't know! I keep telling my
draft board how nicely they've done without me, but
somehow they love me. (Proof can be obtained at
Local Board No. 21, where a record of my "greetings"
letters are kept.)

Living in fear, from deferment to deferment, I finally
received a notice for induction. After they picked me
off the floor and hopefully administered a "shot" in
my arm, I re-read this document "a la selective
service." All day Saturday (the sanctioned day), I
lowered my supply of marajuana between packs of
cigarettes. How happy I was ! After regaining suffici-
ent strength, I immediately began jumping off the
piano, but flat feet doesn't lead to a rejection — I was
told as the carpenters lifted me out from the floor
boards. How happy I was!

April 4, was the day when I was to leave a school of
beautiful women and go to "camp" for a vacation —
with all men, men, and more men. How happy I was!
(April 6, was Army Day. Just think, I probably would
be in a parade. Ohio, was I happy!) No, I decided; I
couldn't leave; and I shall tell my draft board just
that!!

Monday morning, I strolled up to my Draft Board
(which, incidentally, is in Elementary School 63).
Those nice teachers there all wanted to help me. How
happy I was! I entered the Board office with a bold
stride; and, after they helped me off my knees, the
"kind souls" asked me what was my trouble. Ha! I
told them.

"What!" they exclaimed, "We called you!? We're
scraping the bottom, but we don't want rust!" I was
insulted, but also happy I was! "Come around in June
when your heart begins to beat again," said my
Board.

I dashed out to M.S.T.C. (an hour ride on the B.T.C.
convertible), and broke the sad news of my deferment.
They felt so sorry for me.

The Bible has many prayers, so all the students who
can read, will, please, pray for the draft to end on
May 15, 1946, or else the Tower Light is going to get
another one of these articles.

Note: TO THE BOOKWORMS— This article is to be
read with a smile.

[Ed. Note— This is the End !]

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Tower light

JUNE • 1946

REV01R
GGOB-BYE

HUMAN RELATIONSHIPS ALWAYS PRO-
vide interesting mathematics. Sometimes the
numerical answers do not conform to the textbook
dicta. The unity of a man and a woman by virtue of
the rite of matrimony is an example of a sociological
theorem whose conclusion always seems a bit startling
quantitatively. (Mathematically, 1 — 1 — 1). Inas-
much as so many of our Seniors are personally in-
terested in scientific research relating to the accuracy
of this formula I shall forbear further comment until
the additional data are at hand.

The occasion of your graduation requires that I call
to your attention a less well-formulated theorem of
human relationships. Like the first, the conclusion
becomes a bit shocking when expressed mathematical-
ly. I shall describe the phenomenon in its simplest
terms before introducing the formula. Whenever two
human personalities live and work together intimately
over a period of time one begins to observe, not two
personalities, but three. Although this extra person-
ality may lack the corporal unity of a human organism
its physical organization is as real as that of either of
the parent personalities. The reality of this extra-
personality has been described by a number of psychol-
ogists. McDougall has aptly described it as "the group
mind." Perhaps we may call it "the little man who
wasn't there." Mathematically, then, 1 — 1 maybe 3.

Sometimes this group mind is stronger and finer
than the parent personalities. Indeed, upon many oc-
casions it becomes powerful enough to exert a perma-
nent influence upon the parent personalities. On the
other hand, where true rapport has never been estab-
lished and esprit de corps is lacking the group personal-
ity is usually a poor and weak thing held in low esteem
by both of its parent parts. Truly each instance of
group living is an experiment in the chemistry of
personality.

How many extra-personalities are there in the
Senior Class? I cannot be sure because I may not have
met them all. In the paragraphs above I have de-
scribed the smallest working unit capable of creating
a group mind. The smallest number of extra-person-
alities operating in every social aggregation functioning
on a level higher than that of a crowd is one. But there
may be more. Frequently a larger group is made up of
sub-groups each having interests, loyalties and aspira-

IUNE ■ 1946

tions peculiar to itself. Sometimes the extra-personali-
ties of the sub-groups are stronger than the personality
of the whole organization. At such times the latter
usually suffers from a lack of distinctive character and
vigor. The group character of the present Senior Class
seems to be described in the latter condition.

Literally, the fortunes of war have thrown together
at the last moment a number of small groups and
called them Seniors. There was insufficient time for
integration of the sub-groups into a strong class person-
ality. Perhaps we may say that our Senior Class has a
"split" personality. I hasten to beg that I not be mis-
understood. My comments are not derogative. I am
filled with sincere admiration for the manner in which
all have accepted the situation and, not content to
make a "go" of it, have even restored some of the pre-
war flavor to the Senior activities. Nevertheless this
success was the result of the cooperation of the several
sub-groups rather than the spontaneous will of a well-

— {Continued on page 26)

FACULTY

ENGLISH DEPARTMENT LIDA LEE TALL STAFF

ART AND MUSIC DEPARTMENT SOCIAL STUDIES DEPARTMENT

SCIENCE AND HEALTH DEPARTMENTS LIBRARY STAFF

THE TOWER LIGHT

Teache

rs are

Peopl

THERE IS A GREAT DEAL IN THE LITERA-
ture of the day concerning teachers. This happens
because of the loss to the schools of some of their best,
many of their successful teachers. People are awake to
the needs for education, and to the fact that they have
allowed to slip away too many of the most important
agents in an educational system, the teachers. They
have done this through their own neglect and lack of
appreciation for the teachers.

The Washington Post of April 4, 1946, carried an
editorial called Teachers' Status. The following quo-
tation from that editorial sums up the editor's explana-
tion of the situation: "It is generally recognized now as
an elementary principle that the responsibilities of
teaching can be best discharged by men and women
whose lives are mature, satisfied, and full."

The editor introduced his editorial with the state-
ment, "The old-maid school teacher is an American
stereotype." That stereotype remains in the minds of
many American parents who either remember such a
teacher of their own school days or have had no inti-
mate experiences with teachers. It is expressive of the
lack of respest which has caused some teachers to leave
the profession for some other kind of work in which
they would not be labeled. There is reason for believing
that teachers are responsible in part for the condition,
even though they could not help it.

When teachers are assigned to classes small enough
for them to know the children as human beings, and
that means to know all about them, the relationship
will not be teacher-at-a-desk-in-a-classroom in-a-school
relationship. It will be a relationship between a child
of a family in a community and a teacher who knows
and understands the child because she knows and
works with the family and the community. It is true
that a child spends most of his time in the home and
the school. At the same time there are other agencies
working with that family and only an understanding of
those agencies and their purposes, problems, and activi-
ties and the reactions of the family to them can give an
understanding of the child. When teachers work with
the family and cooperate with the agencies and insti-
tutions with which that family is a part they cease to
be stereotypes. They become real people.
The teacher who taught a one room rural school knew
all the pupils well. She knew all the families and called

1UNE • 1946

the members by their first names; she belonged to a
church in the community, and attended the picnics and
bazaars at all the churches; she went to the christen-
ings, and weddings, and funerals; she served as a mem-
ber of the board of directors of the hospital and worked
with the doctors of the community; she was a member
of the local Red Cross; and she participated in the
social affairs of the community. She was not a stereo-
type; she belonged!

It is not possible to really reproduce such relation-
ships in the large urban or city community but some-
thing which approaches it must be brought about if
teachers are to be thought of as individuals and not

— (Continued on page 26)

The CLASS of 1946

Dedication . . .

WE, THE SENIOR CLASS OF 1946, DEDI-
cate our Senior Issue of the TOWER LIGHT to
Mr. Moser, a wonderfully understanding advisor who
has always been ready to direct our stumbling feet to
the smoother path and who has never failed to give
unsparingly of his time and effort to the work and
planning of our class's activities. To all our problems
and projects, he gave a personal and direct interest,
without which much of our college life might not have
been successful. His very thoughtful guidance and
gracious manner will never be forgotten by those of us
who have had the honor of working with him. Inade-
quate though it be, may this issue express our sincere
gratitude and admiration for his part in our life at
S. T. C.

In Appreciation

WE, THE STAFF MEMBERS OF THE 1946
Senior Issue, on behalf of our class, would like

to extend our sincere appreciation for the cooperation

and interest that we have received in our publication,

REFLECTIONS.

We would like to thank especially:

Dr. Wiedenfeld for making space in her busy schedule
to write an inspiring message to our graduating class.

Mr. Moser whose assistance in every way has been im-
measurable.

Mrs. Brouwer for her help in the creation of a cover
layout.

Dr. Hartley for his patience and unselfishness in help-
ing us with the cover photograph.

Dr. Crabtree for her ever-ready helpfulness and gra-
ciousness in aiding us in our literary efforts.

Dr. Walther for his always steadying and efficient
handling of the finances of our edition.

Mrs. Stapleton for her interest in our May Day page.

To the Underclassmen, without whom our Senior Issue
could never have been a success. We are greatly in-
debted to Betty Ann Apruill and Helen Smith who
have given much time and energy in the making of
this issue.

To the Tower Light Staff, whose cooperation has been
commendable.

To the Reflection Staff with whom it has been a grati-
fying and worthwhile experience and privilege to
have worked with. Edda Torr

Class Song of 1946

Oh, let us sing praises!

Our class's fondest phrases

For our college on the hilltop;

For clays we dwelt within her walls;

For knowledge gained within her halls;

For friendships that we cherish.

One purpose in our singing,
More laurels to be bringing
To fill her coffer's store.
The class of '46 will strive
To keep her memory e'er alive
And teach her hallowed lore.

(Music by Barbara Harper
Lyrics by Carolyn Motschiedler)

Reincarnate Time . . .

I walk again the quiet, friendly halls

Where laughter is a kin to many things:

To books that line the learned library walls;

To peasant friendships wearing crowns of kings.

To those most worthy souls that I did see

Bound in the chains of words of fallen men;

To those who found — who loved the road with me

That led to Paradise, and home again.

I hear the Tower Clock that tolls each hour

As if some sacred personage passed by;

See paths that vein the glen ; child-like flowers

That humbly sit beside my chair. And I

Make dreams of the few trivia I hold here —

A knocker on the door of yesteryear.

Carolyn Motschiedler

THE TOWER LIGHT

CLASS

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REFLECTIONS
STAFF

T'JNE • 1946

REFLECTION!

(Our Class History)

THE CEREMONIES OF SENIOR DAY, THE
Baccalaureate, and Graduation are over; the climax
of college has come and gone, leaving an emptiness in
the schedule of our lives. On the college pin we wear
the numerals "46", and our names are now inscribed
under the heading, "The Class of 1946". Yet how
many of us have wondered to which class we really
belonged — what was our official title — what numerals
could we legally wear on our rings? It was a natural
state of mind for us, for we were a conglomerate class,
an organizational blotter, absorbing the remnants of
other classes. So many elements have gone into our
complex structure: the staid and steady four year stu-
dents have been mixed with accelerates; the war has
taken away and added a part of the vital core.

The original class of 1946 had its origin in September,
1942 when the freshman enrolled. Under the four-
year system, this class would graduate in June, 1946.
But that class soon broke up, for the war came along
and with it the accelerated course was added. The
majority of the freshman class succumbed to the three-
year course and thus became a part of the class of 1945.
Only five students were left to become the nucleus of
the Class of 1946, even though they continued to be-
long to their class until this year. There were two men
students in that original class, Leroy Cashman and
Ralston Cullan, but the ranks of war soon engulfed
them.

In that year of 1942, the college was still the peace-
time college. There were men on the campus — a posi-
tive indication of pre-war days — ; the Glen was in its
best form, the pond at its loveliest. During our years
here, we have watched the slow, insidious, and indis-
criminate hands of war change these things. The Air
Corps, the Army and the Navy slowly drained out our
manpower. Help dwindled on the campus and with it,
the beauty of the Glen. We students tried to take over
its care, keeping it usable and enjoying Glen Day's
respite from classes, but failing to maintain the natural
charm which it had had before.

To the five member nucleus in June, 1943 was added
another group of members, the present Senior I. They
were an accelerate group, legally members of the Class
of 1947, but planning to graduate in 1946. And of
course, this group was important because it brought a
new male student, Harry Zemel, who was to be the
lone defender of the men's room for a long year. Then,
to muddle matters more, in September, 1943, the Class
of 1947 entered. There was nothing noticeable about

the new freshman, especially to the veteran sopho-
mores; nothing worth even mentioning in the history
of the Class of '48, except that twenty-two of that
freshman class decided to take the accelerated course
and thus made themselves eligible for membership in
the class of 1946.

There you have our elements! mix them in the col-
lege crucible; fuse them with the urgent need for teach-
ers; sand the rough edges with the bufferings of time.
The Class of '46 emerges — legally in January, 1946.
At that time, the accelerates and the original members
voted to join each other, and for the first time since the
preceding August, the college had a Senior class it
could see, and one worth looking at when our six G. I .'s
joined us again in February.

And now, the finished products, you and I, stand at
the bend in the road, and like all travelers, stop to rest
and look back, reminiscing on the milestones just
passed. And what are those milestones — the inconse-
quential incidents of the past year that have em-
blazoned themselves on our minds and hearts? The
campus is most surely the background of that mem-
ory; plebeian lawns cropped close to the head of the
earth; pink dogwood making an arched sky of color
over the path; the scent of honeysuckle on a humid
April afternoon; the Glen, as far away from life as if it
had been the valley of Shangri-La. How many times
in the future we will meet, you and I, and greet each
other with, "Remember the time when — ?" Yes, we
all remember the time we won Demonstration Night
(In our Senior year — the desperation push) ; (the time
we sold candy in the bookshop and almost ate as much
as we sold); the time we first tried on our caps and
gowns, looked in the mirror, and wondered who in-
vented that idea anyway; the senior assembly and
with it the first full realization of how close we were to
the end; the solemness of the Baccalaureate; the glory
of Graduation.

A motley set of memories to be treasured as we will
treasure them — locked in the towers of our hearts.
But we molded the minutes allotted to us as an artist
would, following the dictates of our hearts. In the days
and years to come, time may mellow, even alter, those
memories; but you and I can always pull aside the
curtain of time when we will, and relieve a magic
moment with our Class of 1946.

Carolyn Motschielder

Remembrance and Reflection how allied!

Essay on Man — Alexander Pope

THE TOWER LIGHT

ALEXANDER, WINIFRED — "Winnie"

"Big foke!" . . . S.C.A. Dorm Company Captain,
Glen Committee Sr. TL. Staff . . . Plans to teach
primary grade in Frederick County . . . Lovely red
hair and freckles, brown eyes, contagious smile,
helpful and generous.

BORTNER, CHARLOTTE — "Bugsie"

"Ou la la, Ray's coming tonight" . . . S.C.A.
Marshals (Chief Marshal during summer months),
Rural Club . . . Plans to teach in Baltimore Co.;
get married next summer . . . enjoys life, never
worries, hearty laugh, and continuous smile . . .
belongs to diamond club.

BROZER, MERELYN — "Banky"

"Pish Posh" . . . Leather Craft consultant of our
art classes . . . Plans: October wedding chimes . . .
calm, cool and collected . . . advocate of "Times
Magazine".

CLOPPER, SAMUEL E. — "Sam"

"Nothing is constant but change" . . . 1938-42-
Glee Club; Kappa Delta Pi, Soccer team, basket-
ball, baseball team . . . Plans to take graduate-work
in administration . . . Service record — inducted
January '42 . . . 1944 — European Theatre, dis-
charged October 14, 1945.

CRONHARDT, NANCY — "Crony"

"What a life!" . . . Glee Club, Auditing Committee
(Chairman), Varsity "M" in Athletics . . . Plans to
go to Florida each summer on the high salary she
will make during the year . . . Athletic, pleasant,
amiable.

CROUCH, CLARA MAE — "Slim"

"I just got a letter. Rost, vou can have the short

one." . . . Glee Club, S.C.A"., May Court, A.A

Plans to teach in Baltimore county . . . Always
seen with Libbv.

DIEFENBACH, LORRAINE — "Diff"

"Kiss my hind foot" . . . Glee Club, Treasurer of
Senior Class, Senior Week Committee, May
Court . . . Plans to teach three or four years until
Jimmie gets his Master's — and then settle down
. . . Senior Jenny bind, winsome brown eyes,
petite.

DUDDERAR, MYRA— "My"

"How artistic!" . . . S.C.A. Choir Chairman, Vice
President House Committee, Section Chairman,
Archery, Badminton, Senior T.L. Staff . . . Plans
to teach and to marry . . . "Sugar and spice and
everything nice", thoughtful, lovely soprano voice.

JUNE

1946

ECKER, DOROTHY — "Dottie"

"Have you heard the latest joke?" . . . Chapel
Chairman of S.C.A., May Court, Senior T.L.
Staff, Secretary of Senior Class, Treasurer of
House Committee . . . Plans to teach for a while —
then marry. Petite, dark, peppery personality.

FARMER, DOROTHY ALICE— "Dot"

"Well the book I read said" . . . Co-Business
Manager of Senior T.L. . . . Plans to take graduate
work . . . Service Record . . . Enlisted January '43,
Discharged November '45, Air Corps WAC. Con-
scientious, jovial, earnest.

GOLD, MARY — "Goldie"

"Come downtown and shop with me." . . . Insured
gay surroundings for our S.G.A. Dances, Propa-
gandized the same through posters, T.L. Art Staff
. . . Plans "To get skinny" Spicy, full of fun,
vivacious, blonde.

GUTMANN, DORIS HELEN — "Rusty"

"Oh, undoubtedly" . . . President of Class. (Jr.
and Sr.), Business Manager of T.L., Assistant
Chief Marshall, Kappa Delta Pi, Delegate to
Eastern States Conf., Student Faculty Board,
Assembly Committee . . . Wants to . . . "Practice
my profession" . . . Studious, striking redhead,
well-informed, poised, good sense of humor.

HARPER, F. BARBARA — "Barb"

Glee Club, S.C.A. Choir, House Committee,
S.G.A. Social Chairman, Dramatic Club, May-
Court . . . Plans to teach in Annapolis and to do
special study in music . . . Creative, fun, musical
to her toes.

HEROLD, CRESTON C. — "Cres"

"That's what you think!" . . . 1938-42 Glee Club,
Varsity Club, Men's Club, Soccer team, baseball
team . . . Service Record — Enlisted in Air Corps
January '42, Discharged March '46. Plans gradu-
ate work at Columbia . . . cheerful, meticulously
neat, efficient and friendly.

KATENKAMP, THEODORE W. — "Ted"

"I'll never get finished"! Glee Club, track team
prior to induction, Hiking, Insect collecting . . .
Plans to teach and collect more degrees. Industri-
ous, a teacher's dream of a student, reliable.

KOENIG, KATHRYN — "Kay"

"Oh, Babee!" . . . Social Chairman of Senior Class,
May Court, Social Chairman of Dorm . . . Plans —
"Only the future knows and can tell." . . . Grace-
ful, energetic, cooperative and full of fun.

THE TOWER LIGHT

KOLETSCHKE, DORIS- "Koles"

"Well, what do you know!" . . . Glee Club, Kappa
Delta 1'i . . . Plans to get her Master's Degree
sometime in the future . . Thorough, friendly, co-
operative, cheerful.

McCUTCHEON, HELEN — "Cutchie"

"Hey, Heudi-Heudi!" . . . S.C.A. President, Vice-
President of S.G.A., President of N.H.G., Marsh-
al, I.R.C. House Committee . . . Plants to teach at
least two years and then . . .?? . . . Redhead, al-
ways clashing, very friendly, sentimental. '

McDONNAL, EVA MAY - "Eve"

"The mills of the Gods grind slow but they grind
exceeding .small." . . . Marshals . . . Senior Tower

T.l Plans to see California and Yellowstone

Park, leach and perhaps marriage . . . Friendly,
quiet expressive eyes.

MERSON, NORMA LEE — "Lee"

"Love and Lollipops" . . . ("dee (dub, Rural Club,
Kappa Delta Pi, Senior Assembly Committee,
May Court . . . Plans to teach in Baltimore
County, and to go to Florida for the summer . . .
Capable, studious ambitious, generous.

MILLER, DOROTHY — "Vodka"

"He's a doll" . . . Secretary of Junior Class, Tower
Light, S.G.A. Publicitv Committee, Dramatic
Club, Chairman of Case Committee, Safety
Council . . . Plans vacation, Columbia, fun . . .
Thorough, good sport interesting supply of men,
friendly.

MORRIS, EVELYN R. — "Evy"

"You're just saying that — because it's true." . . .
Glee Club, Student Faculty Board, Maid of
Honor May Court, S.C.A. Choir, Editor of Tower
Light (Jr. and Sr.), Executive Board, Kappa
Delta Pi . . . Plans to lead an interesting life in an
interesting way . . . energetic, creative, witty,
versatile, independent.

JUNE

1946

MOTSCHEIDLER, CAROLYN — "Motch"

"I just heard a new joke." . . . Tower Light Staff,
Senior T.L. . . . Plans to excell in Professional
activities and to work for an M.A. in due time . . .
Witty, conscientious, source of all the latest that
is worth hearing.

MULLENDORE, RUTH

"Never be in a hurry." . . . Glee Club, Jeannie
Group . . . Ambition to see the world, adventure.
Good sense of humor, subtle, sophisticated, peach-
es and cream complexion.

O'CONNOR, JAMES P. — "Jimmy"

1938-1942 Tennis Team. Service Record . . .
entered September '41 and discharged in February
'46, Armored Forces, Office of Quartermaster
General as officer . . . Plans to take graduate work
. . . scientifically curious, serious, well groomed.

ROSEN, SHIRLEY — "Shirl"

"Perish the thought" Glee Club, I.R.C., Dramatic
Club, Basketball and Tennis . . . Plans to go to
Columbia for a Master's Degree and eventually
teach the second grade . . . Attractive clothes,
poised, naive at times.

ROST, ELIZABETH — "Libby"

"I'm not going out with him anymore!" . . . Glee
Club, A. A., Executive Board, S.C.A. . . . Plans to
teach anywhere . . . Tall, blonde, poised, calm,
May Court, Fun!

SM ITH , DALLAS — "Smitty"

"Life is beautiful!" 1932-35 Dramatic Club, Sen-
ior Volley Ball Team, Tennis, Bond Team Cap-
tain . . . Plans to teach in Baltimore City. Service
Record — Enlisted September '42, Germany, Po-
land Prisoner of War — Discharged January '46.
. . . Likeable, hard working, conscientious, talk-
ative.

VVHITEHURST, BARBARA B. — "Babs"

"That's peachy!" . . . Class President (Sopho-
more, Junior), Glee Club, New York Delegate,
S.C.A. Choir, S.G.A. Representative, Senior T.L.
Business Manager, Kappa Delta Pi, May Queen,
President S.G.A. Plans to teach for awhile ... a
leader, friendly, initiative, laughing eyes, helpful.

WOLKOFF, CLARA

"I don't understand! Ambition: To travel, reach
Hawaii some day . . . Plans to teach in Baltimore
City Schools . . . earnest brown eyes, winsome
smile, attractive personality.

WOLFRAM, CATHERINE M. — "Cathy"

"This is a grand old world if you don't weaken"
. . . Marshals, Section Secretary . . . Plans to be a
good teacher and someday a good housewife . . .
Willing, hard worker, and friendly.

ZEMEL, HARRY— "Zem"

"Your father's moustache." Glee Club, Jcannie
Group, S. G. A. Social Chairman, President,
Men's Club, May Day Chairman, 1945, President,
Dramatic Club, May King . . . Plans to get a
Master's degree . . . Cooperative, polite, every-
body's friend, and a gentleman to his toes.

THE TOWER LIGHT

GRADUATES

/ 1 EMAN , MARGARET — "Peggy"

"There's one in every class!" . . . Glee Club, Senior
Week Committee, President of Class (Freshman
Year), May Court . . . Plans a house on a hill with
a fireplace — and all that goes with it . . . Pepsodent
smile, tall and blonde, "Dif's" other half.

. . . Also Included In Our Class . .

BENSON, GERALD I NE — "Gerry

"For goodness sakes!" Glee Club, Social Chair-
man of S.G.A. Ambition — To be a good teacher,
but not for long . . . possesses a good sense of
humor and a lovlv smile.

LYNCH, EILEEN — "Canteen Eileen"

"Oh, Brother!" . . . Tower Light Literary staff,
Dramatic Club . . . Plans to become Mrs. "Bill"
. . . Frank, independent, quiet, literary, musical
. . . Lovely eyes, cute laugh.

CONDIFF, MARGARET

"I don't see how you do it." . . . Acting Captain
of Senior Bond Team, Teacher in Campus School
. . . Now teaching "At Home" (Solomon's Island)
. . . Conscientious, cheerful, helpful, friendly.

MACE, ELIZABETH — "Mace"

"Believe me!" . . . Plans to sleep this summer for
"three months straight!". . . Easy-going, frank,
cool.

FRIEDMAN, REITA — "Reel"

"Guess what I saw" — Victor)' Pool Chairman,

Dramatic Club President, Marshal, T.L. Staff . . .

Plans to teach school for awhile and then . . .

Naturally curley hair, corny jokes, good sport,

slight "Joisey" accent.
IUNE ■ 1946

WERNER, LA VERNE — "Lit"

"Oh, my gosh!" . . . Glee Club, Senior Class
Treasurer, Nurses Aid . . . Plans to be a demon-
stration teacher . . . Lovely voice, nice smile,
changing hair styles.

THE TOWER LIGHT

We Remember

OUR DAYS AT TOW. SOX STATE TEACHERS
College arc drawing to an cud. We must leave
the scenes and the friends that have become so dear to
us but at least we will have fond memories of our life
here at Teachers College. We will always remember:

Winnie for her curling red hair.

Hearing a lovely voice. Yes, it's Gerry!

The numerous hair-dos that Merelyn continually
tried.

A tall, looming figure — Sam Clopper.

The heavy burden which Margaret Condiff carried
as a teacher and pupil simultaneously.

Nancy for her knitting ability. We particularly-
liked the pink sweater.

The stars in Diff's eyes when anyone mentioned
Jimmie.

The artistic ability of Mary. Will S.T.C. ever have
lovelier decorations for their dances.

Parliamentary procedure in Senior Class. Meetings
were always done correctly by Doris G.

Piano compositions and music for our class song —
Barb's originals.

One of our vets — Creston. What a lovely couple he
and Dottie made, leading the grand march at the May
Day Dance.

Beautiful solos in assembly — we were honored to
have La Verna in our class.

A pleasant smile and a cheerful voice that belonged
only to Peggy.

Libby as an attractive blond with numerous dates.

A happy-go-lucky classmate. Shirk)' with a song
always on her lips.

Clara with her never ceasing ambition to do and to
learn.

Our helpful Chief Marshall, Charlotte who never
failed to get everyone seated.

Tall, dark, and attractive Clara Mae who was for-
ever writing letters.

Dallas — the little man — who was there and brought
his brief case with him.

Dorothy Farmer who came to us from the WAC's.

The quiet girl with the pleasing personality — Eva.

Hearing a corny joke? Rita's at it again.

Tall, blond, scholarly Ted in his favorite haunt, the
library.

Another faithful marshall — Catherine W. who al-
ways rushed from her classes to assembly on Tuesday
mornings.

A size 13 ring on a blue ribbon around Dottie E's
neck.

Our loyal S.C.A. choir chairman, Myra, with a

beautiful voice.

Kay and liei infesl ious giggle. Nor will we forget her

original ideas.

Doris K. and her efficiency and ever ready answers.
The numerous books in Eileen's arms. We liked her
short stories too.

Flowing blonde hair and Betty M. and we'll always
remember her witty remarks.

The mad dash to the mailbox that Cutch made twice
a day, every day.

Norma Lee's fashionable wardrobe and neat appear-
ance.

The naive personality belonging exclusively to
Dorothy M.

Ev's tireless work and ingenious ability as T.L.
Editor.

A sparkling smile on May Day. Bab's was a beauti-
ful queen.

One of our most versatile and cooperative classmates
Harry.

Our tall, sophisticated classmate — Ruth M.

The happy laughter that dominated the crowd
when Motsch made one of her many witty remarks.

Dramatic late entrances — there comes Jimmy again.

REFLECTIONS STAFF

Class History Class Will

Carolyn Motschielder Kay Koenig
Directory Clubs

Eva McDonald Doris Koletschke

Catherine Wolfram Winny Alexander

Photograph Committee Art Committee

Harry Zemel Dorothy Miller

Picture Write- Ups
Senior 1 — Peggy Zieman
Senior 3 — Clara Wolkoff
Senior 5 — "The Fatal Five"
Specials — Creston Herold

Business Managers
Barbara Whitehurst Dorothy Farmer

Advisory Board

Literary Dr. Crabtree

Art Mrs. Brouwer

_. (Dr. Walther

Finance \ Mr. Moser

Editor, Evelyn Morris

JUNE

1946

; i

SCENES.

ove So Well!

LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT

WE, THE CLASS OF '46 HAVING BEEN
formed from all odds and ends, do nevertheless
leave fond tokens to those we have grown to love.

To the school:

An icebox in the dorm open to all students and jam-
packed with delicacies.

A robot who runs off A- term papers.

A la carte menus to choose meals from served in the

dorm.

Private school buses which make regular trips down-
town.

Classes all on the first floor.

A candy room with a full stock.
To the faculty:

Dr. Wiedefeld — a calendar which gives her

plenty of time to do children's writing.

Miss MacDonald — practicum students with hands

that don't shake.

Dr. West — balmy observation nights and students

who can find the stars.

Miss Yoder — students who know the book they

want and where to find it.

Mrs. Stapleton — a menagerie of animals who do

everything unusual

Miss Blood — private airplanes to take her stu-
dents on geological trips

Dr. Scott — a compound city practice center so she

won't have to gallop all around

Dr. Dowell — healthy students who understand

what makes them healthy

Miss Kahl — a game of hearts in which she "shoots

the moon", and a bag of potato chips

Dr. Walther — a book of "Ten Thousand Best

Jokes for the College Classroom"

Miss Daniels — lovely postures decking the halls

of S.T.C.

Dr. Crabtree — a student who understands all of

Shakespeare's works

Miss Holt — students who return magazines

promptly on the hour

Mr. Moser — just a few students in a class who can

grasp math

Miss Roach — a large jar of peanut butter to ap-
pear every time she gets the longing for it

Miss Brown — a crew of workers to make the

Glen ship-shape

JUNE • 1946

Mrs. Brouwer — a couple of assistants for i he tre-
mendous job she's been doing

Dr. Bulkley — a new modernly equipped infirmary
Miss Woodward — students who can grow cotton,
spin it, weave it, and have something that looks like
cloth

Miss Barkley — books that never wear or tear
Miss Weyforth — a Glee Club with lots of bari-
tones, tenors and basses
Dr. Hartley — an appointment at Adolph's
Miss Bersch — students who will empty ashtrays
in the girl's smoker

Dr. Brewington — lotsa speeches, lotsa speeches
Mr. Crook — labled birds flying around
Dr. Bergner — a specimen of everything
The preceding items we give as a class. Individual
members wish to leave the following — such as it is.

Senior 1:

Winifred Alexander — a complete good-natured-

ness for even those weary moments

Nancy Vronhardt — a battered pair of knitting

needles and a well-worn knitting book

Lorraine Diefenbach — a low romantic voice for

romantic moments

Barbara Harper — an ability to relate a movie so

you don't have to spend money to see it

Kay Koenig — lots of fingernail polish to pick off

Doris Koletsche — a mania for doing all work and

on time

Norma Lee Merson — a trip to Milwaukee without

once sampling Schlitz

Eva MacDonald — a sweet girlish look and un-

perturbability

Catherine Wolfram — a falsetto giggle

Peggy Ziemann — her "just out of the tub" look

Harry Zemel — the secret address of his hairdresser

Senior J.-
Mary Gold — a multiple collection of cigarette
butts in case the shortage hits again
Merelyn Brozer — lurid tales of Atlantic City to
amuse other listeners

Libby Rost — one worn-out mirror to use solely for
the face

Clara Mae Crouch — a doleful voice for saying,

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AY DAY

OUR MAY COURT

Left to Right:

Lorraine Diefenbach — Baltimore, Maryland

Dorothy Ecker — Westminster, Maryland

Myra Dudderar — Mt. Airy, Maryland

Margaret Ziemann — Baltimore, Maryland

Kathryn Koenig — Dundalk, Maryland

Queen — Barbara Whitehurst — Baltimore,
Maryland

King — Hary Zemel — Baltimore, Maryland

Maid of Honor — Evelyn Morris — Baltimore,
Maryland

Clara Mae Crouch — Catonsville, Maryland

Elizabeth Rost — Phoenix, Maryland

Norma Lee Merson — Lansdowne, Maryland

Barbara Harper — Annapolis, Maryland

Helen McCutcheon — Braddock Heights,
Maryland

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THE TOWER LIGHT

To the Queen of the May

We, loyal subjects, round your throne now throng
To offer, Gracious Queen, our praise and song,
For you have called your followers to earth,
Bees, birds, and flowers, comingling in mirth.
We join with nature, grateful you to greet,
Before your throne see men and nature meet,
To honor you for gifts of peace and cheer,
Lighting the waiting world, long dark and drear.
As from your fragrant throne, O Queen, you reign,
O'er sylvan beauties in your rich domain
Accept our tribute, smile on us today
That we may know new joy, fair Queen of May.

Helen Hanson Fr. 3

Senior Week Schedule

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